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
"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