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
At that moment, the sound of footsteps echoed from outside the courtyard.Elijah, who hadn’t been seen all day, appeared carrying a large cloth bag.He seemed surprised to see so many people in the house. He paused for a moment, his eyes landing on Amelia.Amelia raised an eyebrow. "You're back? Grandma’s been talking about you all afternoon. Go on and have something to eat."Elijah let out a silly "Hmm" and walked inside.Seeing the child carrying such a heavy bag, Dr. Hart stepped forward, "That's heavy, right? Let me help you…"He put extra emphasis on the word "help!" and even strained his neck, but still couldn’t lift the bag."This... this is pretty heavy," Dr. Hart said awkwardly, trying again, this time with both hands, gritting his teeth.Elijah simply stood still, not moving a muscle.Dr. Hart gave up, letting his arms fall to his sides, gasping for breath. "What’s inside this? It’s so heavy!"Is this child really that strong now?Amelia walked over, effortlessly lifting the
Elijah gestured and pushed a piece of paper forward."Are you saying she took the the Heart Herb to treat Carl?" Amelia's gaze deepened slightly.Elijah nodded vigorously.Amelia lazily rested her chin in her hand, a smile curling at the corners of her lips. "Well then, let me see how she uses the the Heart Herb in front of me, the real deal."Elijah looked confused, scratching his head. "Hmm?"Amelia tapped one of the lists on the table, her smile widening slowly. "The skies over Nan City are about to change."For so many years, the Adler family had dominated the academic circle in Nan City.Having ability but no money meant no chance for hospital internships.Those with money had to know the right people—enter the Adler family, and everything was secured.the Adler family didn’t just deceive patients and squeeze money from them; they also suppressed newcomers and engaged in corrupt practices, using their power to push benefits to their inner circle.Amelia, as a healer, understood t
"Amelia! How can you say that about the Senior Saint of Medicine!" Old Madam Ye's face was filled with disapproval. "He’s the kind of person who doesn’t reveal his true skills."As she spoke, she cradled her phone, gazing at it with admiration, clearly a fan.Amelia pressed her fingers to her temples, feeling a bit helpless. After years of practicing medicine, this might be the worst damage to her reputation yet. "Grandma, this is obviously fake.""Fake?" Old Madam Ye pushed up her reading glasses, trying to take a closer look.Amelia helped her adjust, saying, "Don’t worry, I won’t cause trouble.""It’s not that Grandma is worried about you causing trouble," Old Madam Ye sighed. "I’m more concerned that my reputation will affect you. After you go, don’t mention Yixin Hall. I’ll have an old friend’s grandson accompany you, so you’ll have someone to look after you. It’s best to avoid the Adler family…"Avoid the Adler family?What else would she do if not deal with them?But Amelia did
Evelyn stretched her neck. "But you know, the medical field makes the most money the fastest. Our Adler family has so many people, we can’t just cut off our financial source.""I never said to cut it off." Old Master Adler's voice was slow and steady. "Just lay low for a while. Once the storm passes, we’ll talk."Evelyn instantly understood. "Dad, is this because someone from Jing City has come down?"Old Master Adler didn’t respond, closing his eyes.Evelyn spoke up. "Don’t worry. I’ll make sure they don’t find anything."For the past decade or so, the Adler family had been in the clear, and she was confident it would be the same this time.That night, all was quiet.In Jing City, at a tall building, countless office computers simultaneously flashed, drawing the highest attention from the authorities.In Nan City, at the medical hall, Amelia was biting into a fruit candy, her fingers tapping lightly. *Click!*Soon after, the same email appeared in their inbox.The intruder came and w
Unlike the previous banquet, this one wasn’t held in the city center but at a villa on the western outskirts.Amelia didn’t ride her battle axe motorcycle this time. After packing her medical kit and the invitation, she took a taxi.Was it just her imagination, or did this invitation seem a little different?As she sat in the taxi, Amelia was deep in thought.The driver, on hearing the destination, was visibly surprised. "The Caesar in the west suburbs isn’t a place just anyone can go. I’ve heard that only high-ranking figures are invited there today. Little lady, are you…?""Just going to get my face seen," Amelia answered with a soft smile, her long black hair flowing around her face.The driver chuckled. "I figured as much. A young lady like you certainly isn’t just going there to treat someone."Amelia smiled but said nothing.The Caesar Hotel had multiple branches, each with a different level of exclusivity.The one in the center of LA was open to the public, but the one in the w
In the manor’s hall, people continued to arrive, and Amelia was among them. However, her attire clearly set her apart from the rest. She wore a white shirt, jeans, and a burgundy baseball cap, looking more like an unsophisticated student than someone attending a high-profile event.The security guard at the entrance raised a hand to stop her, his tone polite. "May I ask who you are?"Before Amelia could answer, a cold laugh rang out from beside her. "A quack from Traditional medicine, and she dares to show up at the Jenkins family’s event."It was Zhang Long, who was walking alongside Evelyn, with Mia and her mother following close behind. Mia’s gaze was deliberately avoiding Amelia, clearly not wanting anyone to know they had any connection.Mary, on the other hand, glared at Amelia with pure hatred. That damn girl—she really wouldn’t go away!Amelia raised an eyebrow, her voice slow and playful. "Oh, what a small world. So many familiar faces.""Who’s familiar with you?" Zhang Long
“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.