When Carl referred to "being one of us," Grandpa Cromwell found it quite strange. "Since when did you start considering anyone one of your own?""Grandpa Cromwell, right now, just like you, my life is in the little miracle doctor's hands." Carl flicked his sleeve with a nonchalant gesture. "Naturally, I must know my place."Grandpa Cromwell couldn't tell if he was being sincere or not.This young man from the Jenkins family was always secretive and elusive. On the surface, he appeared frail and sickly, but in reality, he had many hidden depths.Grandpa Cromwell had also considered whether his decision to arrange a marriage between Carl and Little Seven years ago had been right.To be honest, the boy was flawless in appearance—none of the young women in their circle could resist him.But no matter what, he couldn’t give up on his own Little Seven. He couldn’t allow this young man to back out of the marriage!"So, does that mean your illness can be cured?" Grandpa Cromwell snorted coldl
"Detox points," Amelia explained.Unlike in emergency situations, today she had only inserted three needles into Grandpa Cromwell, each one leaving him feeling unfulfilled, as though there was more to come. The sensation was extraordinary!It felt as though his entire body, once clogged and sluggish, had been cleared out. He felt younger, lighter, and more energized than he had in years!Grandpa Cromwell looked at her with newfound respect. "Truly, a genius among the young! Little miracle doctor, you're still so young and already possess such skill. Chinese medicine will never decline with talents like you rising.""That's thanks to the elders at home," Amelia replied, placing her palm on his back. As she spoke, her hand gently pressed down.Before Grandpa Cromwell could react, he heard a muffled crack."This... Is this... bone setting?" He turned his gaze to her, puzzled.Amelia nodded. "Yes. When I inserted the needles earlier, I noticed a slight protrusion in your thoracic vertebra
What Amelia didn’t know was that after her older brother’s visit yesterday, he had spread the word about her “poverty” to everyone, and now everyone knew.She raised an eyebrow in confusion at Carl. "I haven’t even treated you yet, so why would I accept a fee?"“The medicinal candy from yesterday,” Carl said, signaling to James to step forward.James had been meaning to ask when the little miracle doctor would treat their young master. He raised his hands, holding out another card—this one black, with gold embossing. "Little miracle doctor.""I’ll accept it after I treat your young master," Amelia said, packing away her medical kit.James thought she was about to leave. "Little miracle doctor, what are you doing?""Packing up," Amelia replied, puzzled. "What’s the matter?"James blushed. "You haven’t treated our young master yet.""He?" Amelia walked up to Carl. "Are you in a hurry?"Carl’s voice was soft and pleasant, "I’m watching you."Amelia hummed thoughtfully, then said, "Alrigh
The interior of the medicine shop looked much more reliable than its exterior.At first, James had worried that the place might be too dirty for their young master to even get treated. But now, looking around, he saw the clean, traditional layout—very much in the Chinese style. The central focus was a wooden medicine cabinet, and the space had an air of an old Beijing courtyard house, much like the apothecaries from ancient times.Carl, with his calm, indifferent gaze, scanned the surroundings, his eyes falling on a piece of calligraphy and painting. His fingers absentmindedly twirled the Buddhist beads around his wrist.Noticing his focus, Amelia walked over. “It’s a fake.”“Otherwise, would it be real?” Carl raised an eyebrow, an amused smile playing on his lips.Amelia’s eyes glimmered with mirth. “What if it is?”Carl didn’t speak further, continuing to gaze at the painting. His pupils deepened as he studied the image.The painting depicted a towering pine tree casting shade, with
"Don't speak too much." Carl lowered his voice, his expression still strikingly handsome.Lady Milton pushed the wheelchair closer and said to Carl and the others, "Amelia is bringing friends to the clinic for the first time. You kids have fun, there's tea brewed in the yard. If you're having trouble with digestion, drink some more. I’ll go out to buy shrimp for you all to eat."Lady Milton had a sharp eye for people. She could tell that this young man was not ordinary and might not even be a true friend of Amelia's, but seeing her granddaughter bring someone to her home made her happy nonetheless.In the past, Amelia wasn’t fond of the medicine clinic. She used to say that if she stayed there too long, the smell of Chinese medicine would cling to her, and her classmates would laugh at her. She wouldn’t even stay for meals, sneaking around to visit Lady Milton, afraid of being scolded by Mary when she returned home.Lady Milton understood that even though she had raised Amelia, the ch
"Dr. Hart," Amelia's voice was calm and measured.Dr. Hart immediately straightened up. "I'm here.""Do you know how to boil water and recognize herbs?" Amelia nodded toward the medicine cabinet.Dr. Hart nodded. "I recognize them, though a bit slowly.""Jujube, Poria, roasted Atractylodes. Prepare them and have them ready." Amelia glanced at him. "If anyone comes for a massage, come find me."Dr. Hart was speechless for a moment. Was she really putting him, a chief surgeon, at the front desk?Amelia smiled, her eyes soft. "Don't want to do it?"Dr. Hart rolled up his sleeves, his tone full of pride. "It’s an honor!"He had come to learn her medical skills; being a receptionist was nothing to him!After giving her instructions, Amelia led Carl into the inner room, which was furnished in an unexpectedly elegant way. In the center of the room was a soft divan, and the smell of moxibustion filled the air as soon as they entered.Under the divan, there seemed to be a connection to somethi
Carl slightly tilted his ear, his eyes half-closed.Each time Amelia lowered her head, the tips of her hair brushed against his arm.When someone is being massaged, their senses are heightened, making everything more intense.Carl watched her long hair, which cascaded to one side, his gaze growing deeper.The massage didn’t last long—only about twenty minutes—but Carl found himself repeatedly wanting to twirl her long hair around his fingers, almost as though he were enchanted."All done," Amelia’s voice was calm as she lightly pressed her thumb on the "Zusanli" acupuncture point to conclude the session. "You can put your clothes back on."It was only then that Carl realized he had broken into a sweat.Unlike the faint, cold sweat he usually had during a flare-up, his body felt warm all over.He looked up at Amelia, his eyes deep and unreadable. "Thank you.""Today was just a brief treatment, a little appetizer to stimulate your digestion," Amelia replied. She too had worked up a swea
Before anyone could react to the news, Amelia had already rushed out the door.She moved quickly, not even knowing where she had grabbed a wooden stick from, her eyes dark with cold anger.At the alley entrance, a crowd had already gathered, mostly neighbors who had just returned from buying groceries."What’s going on?""They're here to talk to Old Madam Ye. They’re saying she killed someone with her medicine.""Really?""How could that be? Traditional medicine is hard to say.""I saw her yesterday, had her press on my neck. Should I be worried?""If this is true, we can’t go there anymore..."Old Madam Ye listened to the murmurs around her, her hand gripping the cane turning pale as her legs trembled.The person who had caused the uproar, however, was sneering arrogantly. "No wonder you're living so happily here, it’s because no one knows about all the things you’ve done."He shook his head in disdain. "Chinese medicine is outdated, and yet you still dare to steal business from our
"Still, you should probably avoid talking about her and that man’s affair too much—it’s all about public perception.""Oh, I know," Carrie replied. "It’s just us chatting! Her PR team already released a statement denying everything, but the netizens aren’t buying it. Some media outlets are still camping outside the hospital, trying to confirm if she was really pregnant and got dumped. My friend has always marketed herself as pure and innocent—this scandal needs to be cleaned up ASAP!"She straightened up in her chair."If you can fix this, my friend will definitely send you a huge red envelope!"Mia hesitated for a moment, clearly tempted."No need for that," she finally said, pretending to be selfless. "I just know this has been stressing you out, so I want to help.""Mia, you’re the best!"Carrie blew several kisses into her phone."Be honest, Mia—do you read fortunes or something? Everything you say always comes true!"Mia smirked mysteriously."That’s not something I can discuss."
"They'll probably try to smooth things over and get the Crawford family to spare her.""But over time, the Cromwell family will grow tired of this constant manipulation. That girl has no idea how miserable her end will be!"The people nearby nodded in agreement."At the very least, we have to acknowledge her abilities for now," one scholar remarked. "Saving Mr.Cromwell proves that her medical skills are indeed impressive."Mr. Crawford scoffed."It was just luck."What he truly coveted was the ancient acupuncture manual his student possessed.If he could get his hands on it, his status would be solidified.After all, when he observed Mia’s needling techniques, her movements were still unrefined.But now, obtaining the book seemed nearly impossible.The Crawford family might have already gotten to it first.Mr. Crawford narrowed his eyes, deep in thought.Meanwhile, Mia rushed back to school, her face pale as a sheet.She had called Uncle Crawford many times, but he never picked up.It
In social circles, Mia had always maintained the image of an orphan—A narrative designed to highlight her talent.Even when Jackson came looking for her, she claimed he was just a distant cousin.And thanks to this daughter, Jackson managed to climb his way up to a small-time contractor.People’s impression of her was that she was simple, well-mannered, and somewhat pitiful.After all, for a young person new to New York, life wasn’t easy. Some of the older generation naturally wanted to lend her a hand.Who would have thought—she had the Crawford family backing her all along?But now, the Crawford family was clearly trying to distance themselves from the Adler family scandal, treating her like a discarded pawn.The scholars exchanged glances and subtly stepped away from her.Evelyn was still under investigation in LA.Once upon a time, Mr. Adler had been highly respected in New York’s medical circles—now, he wasn’t even allowed to leave his courtyard.And don’t think the storm has pa
Today, if Mia’s reputation collapsed, the Crawford family would have a much harder time manipulating things behind the scenes.That was why Ernest stepped forward.He glanced at Secretary Frank, then at Amelia."Since things have come to this, why not show some mercy?" He spoke with a seemingly benevolent tone. "After all, you are in the medical field too. A true healer has a compassionate heart. Just because you saved Mr.Cromwell doesn’t mean you should completely cut off another doctor’s path."Amelia was sharp.Just by looking at his face, she could immediately match him to the information she had read.Seeing that the Crawford family couldn't resist jumping out, her eyes held a hint of amusement."I was wondering who had the power to whitewash Evelyn’s apprentice," she mused, "turns out it’s the Crawford family."One sentence—Ernest’s expression turned dark."Young lady, you should speak with evidence.""Mia’s mother’s surname is Crawford," Amelia said casually. "She’s already in
Mr. Hart had never seen a young person with such a thick skin before.When he got home, he was definitely going to beat his grandson!What kind of friends was he making?!(Denis: Achoo! The weather dropped just like that. Guess it’s time to ask Grandpa for some money to buy a down jacket.)Denis had no idea that his so-called "fairy-like" Mia had just put on an entire tea ceremony performance for his grandfather in front of everyone.Given Mr. Hart’s status, it was beneath him to continue engaging with her.Pushing the issue further would be undignified.Mia had bet on this.Mr. Hart was a respected elder in the medical field, a man of scholarly integrity.In this situation, it wouldn’t be appropriate for him to argue with her.That’s why she played this card.But she miscalculated one thing—And that was Amelia.It didn’t matter what kind of tea tactics Mia tried—Amelia could spill the tea right back."So, according to you, you were 'forced' to become Evelyn’s apprentice?" Amelia smi
After all, even with Mia’s impressive acupuncture skills, there were still illnesses she couldn’t treat.Sometimes, she even made mistakes.The only explanation Dave could come up with was that his old friend was exaggerating to help his disciple transfer schools.Thinking himself witty, he said, “Peter, you want to promote the younger generation, but you don’t have to go as far as giving her the credit.”"Give her credit? Secretary Frank is right here. Do you think I could just 'give' credit like that?"Mr. Hart remained upright and righteous as he turned to Mia, who was deliberately trying to lower her presence."Your student once apprenticed under Evelyn Adler. She should know exactly who saved Mr. Cromwell."Mr. Hart had never intended to put a junior on the spot.That’s why, when he first saw Mia, he had said nothing.But every single word she spoke was aimed at stepping on Amelia, belittling her as if she was worthless.He could no longer tolerate it."Amelia had the highest lev
"Secretary Frank, it’s really been a long time! The last time we met was in Mr. Cromwell’s office."Dave’s attempt to curry favor was blatantly obvious.But Secretary Frank didn’t extend his hand, only giving him a brief glance.Dave didn’t mind the cold attitude, instead eagerly trying to find a topic of conversation. "So, what brings you here?""I’m here to pick up Peter." After deciphering Amelia’s silent cue, Secretary Frank ignored the old scholar and walked straight to Mr. Hart. "Peter, Mr. Cromwell knew you were meeting an old friend today, so he specifically instructed me not to show up too early. He wanted you to finish your business first before bringing you to the Cromwell estate. Ever since parting ways in LA, Mr. Cromwell has been thinking about you."The moment these words fell—The entire room went dead silent.Secretary Frank’s demeanor was like an invisible slap, landing hard on their faces.Dave visibly stiffened.Those who had been loudly accusing Amelia and Mr. Har
"Time really spares no one, huh? Even the rule-abiding Peter finds himself in a difficult spot now."The elderly scholar patted Mr. Hart on the shoulder."Peter, we’re both getting on in years. My memory isn’t what it used to be—I completely forgot we had an appointment. And honestly, this isn’t the right place to discuss your junior’s school transfer.""Transfer?" Mia feigned surprise. "Mr. Hart, Sister’s grades wouldn’t allow for a transfer, would they? Hasn’t she always studied at your vocational school?"As soon as she said this, many scholars turned to look their way.The elderly scholar made no move to stop her.Mr. Hart instantly understood what was happening, and his heart sank.Before coming here, he had reassured Amelia that everything would be fine.But now, even an old friend had become unrecognizable.Amelia, ever perceptive, knew that anything Mr. Hart said now would only invite further ridicule. She spoke up herself:"Mr. Hart, out of old friendship, you turned down an
At the Special Cases Meeting—Several investigators were reviewing Rowan on the screen."Boss sent this guy?""Yeah, Boss said he’s special and could help with the case.""When is Boss coming back?""After stabilizing their studies.""Their studies? You’re joking, right? What does Boss need school for?""Don’t believe me? See for yourself."The room fell into silence as everyone stared at the chat logs.What kind of force could actually make their Boss go to school?No need to ask—the answer was social obligations.Meanwhile, Amelia had been waiting at the bookstore near the school with Mr. Hart.Their appointment was for 2 PM. It was already 4 PM, yet the other party still hadn’t shown up.Mr. Hart had finished his tea and was about to send a follow-up message when a group of scholarly-looking individuals entered.One elderly man at the front chuckled, "I must say, I’m very pleased with my student. Even Mr. Fisher praises her—says she’s a prodigy at acupuncture and sharp in analyzing