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
It was Amelia, holding the invitation letter between her fingers, her eyes narrowing with a cold, almost dangerous gleam. "Go back and tell your old man from the Adler family that we, at Yixin Hall, will honor our appointment. As for your Adler family, you'd better hold your ground, or something might go wrong.""Do you think the Adler family is some small household that could have something go wrong?" Gu Zhongguo scoffed as though he had just heard the funniest joke. His arrogance reached its peak. "Listen up! No one in LA dares to touch the Adler family. the Adler family is law here. Little girl, you’d better remember that.""I’ll remember," Amelia replied, her smile faint, her teeth lightly biting into a piece of fruit sugar. Her eyes were as dark as night. "Gu. Family."Gu Zhongguo took her words lightly, thinking her just an ignorant child, arrogantly flicking his sleeves and turning to leave.Amelia watched his retreating back, her eyes narrowing ever so slightly.At first, Gu Z
Dr. Hart paused, sensing the presence of the young master from the Cromwell family. He wasn’t sure whether his next words would affect the image of the little doctor in the eyes of her patient.Amelia, however, raised her chin slightly, signaling him to continue.Dr. Hart lowered his voice, "I heard from my grandfather that your grandmother, Victoria, was once a rising star. the Milton family was pretty ordinary, but she was exceptional. She treated many difficult and complicated cases. But then, I’m not sure if she got too proud, but she treated a patient for the Adler family, insisting on using Traditional medicine. Unfortunately, the patient died during treatment…”Dr. Hart leaned in a little closer, worried that the old woman might overhear. “This caused a huge scandal at the time. If it weren’t for someone backing your grandmother from the capital, she might’ve even ended up in prison. But the Adler family proposed that she be expelled from the medical alliance to avoid further s
Dr. Hart wasn’t hungry at first, but after seeing the food, his mouth began to water.Old Madam Ye squinted and smiled, "Not bad."Amelia didn’t idle away. After all the dishes were in the pot, she made a few small millet egg pancakes, sprinkled chopped green onions on top, and stuck them along the edges of the pot.It wasn’t enough to just make braised pork ribs with potatoes and eggplant. She also cut some cabbage for a salad, drizzled it with Sichuan pepper oil, and the fragrance had James turning his head constantly.The shrimp was the last dish, cooked by Old Madam Ye. Amelia had prepared the dipping sauce. The table was full of colorful dishes, with freshly steamed buns still steaming.Dr. Hart was tempted, but he didn’t dare pick up his chopsticks.Old Madam Ye laughed, "Come on, try it. Taste your little granddaughter’s cooking."Both Dr. Hart and James were eager, but James remembered that his young master was sitting beside him. This… the young master had never shared a meal
“What?” Carl asked, his wrist adorned with a crimson bead, looking as noble and cool as ever.The combination of his refined appearance and well-tailored suit created an almost destructive allure.Amelia reached out, her fingertip grazing his diamond cufflink, her smile turning slightly seductive. “How about I bite you?”She would never have asked for such a thing before.Whenever her anger flared up due to her condition, she would hold it in, using cold water to cool her head.But for some reason, when faced with him, she found herself unconsciously wanting to test if his neck was as cold as it looked.Most people would refuse such a request.But Carl chuckled softly. “Bite where?”“On the neck,” Amelia replied, her voice already tinged with impatience. Her tongue slid over her lips, a carefree and beautiful smile playing on her face.Carl wrapped his arm around her waist
The scene of two people who were evenly matched yet strangely well-matched left Smith speechless, unable to say a single word.He had been following his boss for so many years and had never seen anyone break through the cold, aloof barrier that surrounded him.But then, this girl came along. No soft words or sweet talk, just a low laugh mixed with beauty, and she wasn't afraid of their boss at all. She even mocked his calligraphy.She probably had never seen their boss covered in blood, cold and violent.Every time the boss dealt with someone, even those who followed him trembled in fear.But the boss always acted with reason, rewarding or punishing according to the situation.Still, there had never been anyone brave enough to get close to him like this.Amelia didn’t invite them to stay for dinner because she could clearly see the exhaustion on the man’s handsome face.Instead, she prepared some mushroom and vegeta
*Thump, thump, thump...*The sound was deep and steady, completely different from his frail body.Who would have imagined that this was the heartbeat of someone whose life was believed to be short-lived?It was as if his outwardly perfect appearance mattered less than the heart within.Amelia stopped in her tracks, raising her eyes slightly.The man withdrew his hand, seemingly lost in thought, his lips curling into a faint smile. But the next moment, he turned and started coughing. His pale lips almost blended with his skin, and his weak appearance only served to add to his dangerous allure. "Grandmother agreed.""Agreed?" Amelia was about to ask what he meant.The man turned and walked briskly, his suit sharp and his back as striking as a work of art.Amelia followed, thinking he was leaving.But then, he suddenly stopped.Caught off guard, Amelia's nose bumped into his back—hard and cold, and all she coul
Perhaps the tea had been steeped for too long, leaving a lingering bitterness on her tongue, and the flavor hung in her throat, refusing to dissipate.It was hard to imagine that someone like her had ever called anyone "older brother" when she was little.Carl seemed to smile faintly. There was nothing unusual in his expression, but his dark eyes were deep and distant. His demeanor remained impeccable as he spoke politely, "Grandmother, my family is not that complicated, and no one can control me. The person I choose will not be made to suffer.""With that said, I can rest easy," the old lady replied, finally sighing in relief. She knew that these two must be hiding something from her, but as long as the bigger picture was fine, she had no objections.Carl didn't end the topic there. He remained calm and composed, refilling the old lady’s tea, his gaze moving through the window frame, landing on the busy figure of the girl inside.She wore bl
Smith wasn’t stupid; he realized he had been led into a trap. Puffing up his cheeks, he muttered, “The boss treats us really well too!”“Really?” Amelia raised an eyebrow slightly, disappointed. She had hoped to extract some useful information, but it seemed that while this Frenchman was a chatterbox, he was quick to catch on.Smith nodded seriously. “The boss has no flaws!”“Oh?” Amelia’s eyes flicked with interest. “But just a moment ago, you said I’d be the one getting hurt.”Smith froze, his scalp tingling. “That was all nonsense! I can tell the boss is very serious about you. He definitely won’t let you down. Even if your backgrounds are different, it doesn’t matter!”“Oh?” Amelia absently played with the abacus in her hand, smiling without much thought. “Too bad, though. I’m just pretending with your boss. How could yo
The voice in her ear was like fine wine going down her throat, making her feel tipsy and entranced.His hands, unlike the rest of him, exuded an unexpected heat, as though they were burning her skin.From Amelia's position, she couldn't see his face, but she could feel his breath on the back of her neck, sending a tingling sensation down her spine.He didn't smoke, so there was no trace of tobacco on him. But perhaps due to his frequent use of medication, a faint scent of sandalwood wafted from him, almost hypnotic.She often smelled medicine, but it seemed that only his scent was strangely pleasant.His hand still gripped hers, and as his body leaned slightly down, his presence became even stronger, impossible to ignore.Amelia's heart jolted, a sensation both unfamiliar and vaguely familiar, something she couldn't quite place.She raised an eyebrow, about to push him away.But before she could, he released her hand first, his
“You can get it for free, but others can’t…”Before, the man’s lips were cold, but now there was a hint of a smile.“Won’t,” Carl, who was usually a high-and-mighty figure in the capital city, the domineering Mr. Jenkins , spoke casually, and the coldness in his eyes dissipated significantly. “Smith, pay up.”Smith, realizing what was happening, quickly pulled out his bank card, still a bit flustered.“Give more.” Carl’s voice was light, though it still carried the unshakable aura of someone who had long been in a powerful position.Amelia glanced at him, then turned her attention to the obedient Smith. “Friend?”Carl didn’t hide anything. “Colleague from the branch office.”“Right! Colleague!” Smith straightened up and corrected his posture.Amelia didn’t seem to care much. “We don’t accept
“Mm, I agreed.” Amelia’s posture was lazy, not at all bothered by his question.However, Carl subtly furrowed his brows. He wanted to invest, but she refused. Yet she accepted that anonymous Mr. Lee’s offer…Carl seemed to smile slightly, bending closer to her. The coolness of his aura, mixed with a hint of medicinal fragrance, drifted into Amelia’s nostrils. As the weather turned cooler, his presence also felt colder. “Why didn’t you choose me?”Amelia raised her eyes, confusion in her gaze, yet she offered a reasonable explanation. “Wilson Group is planning to invest in the pharmaceutical industry. After discussing it, everything seemed to align. The Cromwell family’s business is mostly overseas, and it’s not suitable for traditional medicine.”Her explanation sounded flawless.But Carl’s smile deepened, his eyes still devoid of warmth. His fingers idly toyed wit
If she wanted to ruin someone online, Mary had plenty of ways to do it!Carl slowly glanced at James, then turned his attention back to the scene.As the top bodyguard, James immediately understood that Mr. Jenkins wanted him to follow Mary.But Amelia subtly blocked his way, smiling gently. "Grandma said to let them go."James hesitated and raised his head.“Listen to her,” Carl’s voice was calm, as if this was the most normal thing in the world.Smith was absolutely shocked. When had Mr. Jenkins ever listened to someone else’s words?Who was this young lady? What was her background?!Amelia, biting a fruit candy, her long black hair flowing, casually responded, “We should give people a chance to change their ways. I’m quite magnanimous.”“Oh?” Carl raised an eyebrow, his fingers twirling the beads on his wrist, clearly skeptical of her statement.