MasukAmelia stood tall, her figure graceful, with a chilling smile at the corner of her eyes. "That's right, it’s cordyceps. When storing cordyceps, it’s important to avoid strong light, and the temperature should not exceed 20°C. The current temperature indoors is 24°C, with strong ultraviolet light. I put it in my bag to preserve its medicinal value. Surely, the Adler family wouldn’t lack this basic knowledge of medicine, would they?"
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Hamza's expression was grave: "How exactly did Howard fall into a coma?"Efrain looked troubled: "We don't know either. The private doctor couldn't find any problem... After Ms. Cromwell returned, she asked us to bring Mr. Howard into his room."In the room, Amelia and Alfonso exchanged a glance, both seeing a deep emotion reflected in each other's eyes.Amelia hurriedly wiped away the last traces of tears from the corner of her eyes, raised her hand to smooth her slightly disheveled hair, and then gently tucked the brocade quilt more securely around Howard, her movements soft and meticulous.Howard also slowly adjusted his breathing. The sharpness in his brows and eyes, brought on by the return of memories, gradually faded, replaced by the gentleness and calm that belonged to the eldest son of the Cromwell family in this life. All the sharpness in his gaze was withdrawn, leaving only the faint weakness of someone just recovering from illness, and the softness reserved for facing fami
His voice was very soft, yet in the deathlike silence it sounded exceptionally clear.Amelia's movements abruptly halted, and the hand holding the sliver needle froze in midair.She lifted her gaze toward Alfonso at the doorway, her eyes filled with exhaustion and gravity. Just as she was about to respond, her line of sight unintentionally swept toward Howard's hand...That hand, which had been resting quietly at his side all along, had its index finger move—extremely lightly, extremely slowly.It was not an illusion.Amelia's heart jolted violently, and a flash of light instantly burst forth in her eyes. That glimmer was like a spark igniting in the dark of night, sweeping away all her fatigue and despair in an instant.She almost immediately withdrew her gaze and refocused all her attention on Howard. The sliver needle between her fingers began to twist once more, power surging fiercely into Howard's spirit sea."Alfonso, don'
Howard's coma, perhaps, had never been an illness at all—neither a medical condition, nor an accident, nor something as simple as evil spirits invading his body.Amelia stared fixedly at Howard, who lay slumped over the desk without a sound. Her fingertips brushed across his stiff yet warm shoulders and back. The sob rising in her throat was forcibly swallowed down, and the panic in her eyes was gradually replaced by a layer of cold, resolute determination.She drew in a deep breath, suppressing the surging ache in her chest. When she straightened, her spine stood tall once more, regaining a measure of the calm restraint unique to a physician."Efrain, find two people. Be careful and carry Howard to the bed in his bedroom." Her voice still carried a trace of hoarseness that was hard to detect, yet every word was clear and decisive. "Move gently. Do not touch his head or neck. Keep his breathing unobstructed, and do not disturb him.""Yes, Ms. Cromwe
His retreating figure had remained upright like a pine, his steps unhurried, his robe lifting slightly in the wind. He still looked as invincible as ever, yet only he himself knew that with every step he took, a dull pain still throbbed deep within his soul essence. The shackles of the rules of the heavens had not released him; they still coiled tightly around his entire being.He could not stay, nor did he dare to stay. Only by leaving as quickly as possible could he completely isolate all danger from Amelia.Only after Carl's figure disappeared into the flow of traffic beyond the hospital gates, vanishing without a trace, did Amelia slowly withdraw her gaze. At her fingertips, there seemed to linger the warmth and strength of his palm.Alfonso stood beside her, watching the gentle way his sister looked toward the door. Between his usually steady brows and eyes, a layer of gravity and worry quietly settled, impossible to conceal.He glanced around the co
Beside her stood an elderly professor of traditional medicine with graying hair, holding a pair of reading glasses, so excited that his fingers trembled slightly. He had devoted more than sixty years to studying traditional medicine needle techniques and had always held himself in high regard, yet today he was completely convinced by Amelia.The old professor stepped forward and bowed deeply to Amelia, his tone filled with reverence: "Ms. Amelia, I have practiced medicine for sixty years and have never seen such exquisite and peerless needle technique! When you applied the needles, your movements flowed like drifting clouds and running water; the needle followed the qi, and you controlled it with pure force. This has long surpassed all traditional medicine needle techniques passed down in the world and truly stands at the pinnacle of medical Dao! Today, I have finally understood what it means that there is always a higher heaven beyond heaven, and greater people beyond people
Everyone had long held Amelia's medical skills in the highest regard. This young woman had twice created medical miracles at the Norman Hospital, reviving patients whom even the hospital's most elite expert teams had been powerless to save, relying solely on her almost divine needle technique. Such ability had long surpassed the realm of ordinary physicians and earned her the title of a miracle doctor.The emotions in the ward gradually settled. Gracie wiped away her tears and carefully tucked the blanket around the elderly man, while the woman brought over warm water and gently moistened his cracked lips with a cotton swab.After a long while, the old man's breathing steadied. The bluish tint on his lips faded, replaced by a faint flush of color. His eyes, tightly shut for days, finally regained some light. Though still weak, he had clearly escaped the brink of death.Amelia slowly walked to the bedside, her brows gentle and her eyes warm. Her voice was soft ye
But as for who it is specifically, Amelia still has no leads. For now, it seems the person's position must be even higher than Patrick's."Then we just have to wait for him to make a mistake," Carl said, lifting his eyelids slightly. "After we finish dealing with this, I need to take Elijah away fo
When the crowd heard this, they all returned to their seats. This was the first time there had ever been a hidden item; such a situation had never occurred before.Two staff members carefully carried a tray covered with white silk onto the stage. On the tray was an object protected by a glass dome,
"Special Operations Team leader?" Levi's fingertips trembled. "No... impossible, how could you be from the Special Operations Team! That's a high-level unit, how could they possibly come to HUD?"Amelia smiled faintly, her tone gentle and lingering. "If it weren't for the demolition of Cle
Amelia's voice was calm and light: "Do you have people in Mexico?""Of course, that's my first home," Colten replied with a hint of pride at the corner of his eyes. "I can't speak for other places, but when it comes to Mexico, I'm more than familiar."Amelia smiled faintly: "Let's find a place to h







