It was important to maintain silence when diagnosing through pulse.
James noticed how close the little divine doctor was standing to their young master, but he didn’t dare say anything. After all, their young master had silently given his permission.
It wasn’t until Amelia released her hand and muttered, "How could it have returned to this state in just three days?" that the silence was broken.
Carl coughed again, his voice raspy. "This is how my body is. You don’t need to feel guilty."
"Guilty?" Amelia chuckled softly, her tone languid. "I’m not as noble as you think. I just want to know the reason. By all rights, your pulse shouldn’t have returned so quickly."
Suddenly, Carl remembered the discarded medicinal scent. His beautiful peach blossom eyes deepened in thought.
Amelia turned her gaze to James, who was standing nearby. "Report everything your young master has eaten these past few days. The more details,
The road was damp and wet.It had been raining all day in LA.Amelia’s backpack was disdainfully thrown out of the door by the butler.“Miss Cromwell, Mr. Milton is unwilling to show his face, so I’ll speak on his behalf. Your biological parents are in the countryside and their surname is Cromwell. the Milton family once mistakenly took you as their daughter, but now Miss Mia has been found. I hope you’ll be sensible and stop contacting the Milton family.”As the butler spoke, he pulled out a card. “This is 3000 dollars. Mr. Milton asked me to give it to you as compensation.” “No need.”Amelia didn’t even glance at it and simply picked up her black bag.The butler looked at the young woman with disdain. She wouldn’t even take the money—was she trying to put on a brave face?Hmph, she didn’t even consider that the Milton family now had their own biological daughter. Why would they need her, a poor village girl, who was a total nobody?“Well then, Miss Cromwell, do as you please!” The
“Tomorrow at the community square, I’ll do the acupuncture.” Amelia calmly reminded, “Remember to soak the medicine bag. Don’t stay up late watching dramas; The lead role won’t die.” Recently, the elderly residents in the community have become so absorbed in a popular show that they have lost track of time.When Amelia mentioned it, each of them looked guilty. “We—we’ll go to bed at 10 from now on.” In the past, no one would have imagined that these people would listen to someone like Amelia. Many of them had made huge contributions in the past, and their identities had been kept secret. The community’s Director Noah had been eagerly waiting for Amelia’s return. Now, he finally felt a sense of relief. “Dr. Cromwell, I’ve been keeping an eye on your house, making sure no one got near it.” “Thank you for your help.” Amelia politely thanked him and handed him some fruit. Director Noah accepted with a smile. “It’s no trouble at all to help Dr. Cromwell. You’re not planning to
"Boss really has an eye for this! I’ll prepare the payment account for the Jenkins family right away!" Amelia's eyes were calm. "No rush, I’ll take a nap first, and deal with it tomorrow." Amelia’s biggest interest, besides making money, was treating all kinds of difficult and mysterious illnesses. A job like the Jenkins family’s was quite a good one. In fact, when it came to handling this case, Amelia was probably the only one in LA who could do it with a calm mind. Right now, it seemed like all the prominent families in LA were in a hurry. For instance, the Milton family had been pulling strings everywhere, trying to get their hands on a letter of invitation from the Jenkins family. Rumors were even circulating in the streets, claiming that LA had never been this lively in a long time. First, the richest man in New York was looking for his granddaughter, and then the Jenkins family came to visit for a consultation. Some gossip even suggested that the Jenkins family
"That's right, little girl, you should call 911 first. This child seems to have wandered off. I’ve been shouting for a while, but no one’s come." The old man was also advising her, worried that she’d be held responsible if anything went wrong. Amelia swiftly unbuttoned the boy's suit and moved him to a shaded spot. "Guys, don’t worry, I have a medical license." She pulled her bag and revealed a foldable medical kit. Opening it, rows of silver needles and surgical scalpels—long and short—were neatly arranged inside. Amelia checked the boy’s pulse again. "Stop!" The man in the white coat couldn’t hold back anymore and shouted, "How can you randomly insert needles into a patient!" Amelia ignored him, keeping her focus on the boy, counting his pulse and heart rate. The young man sneered, "I’m Oliver, a student from The Capital Medical University, under the tutelage of Dr.Adler. I’m not some ordinary person. You say you have a medical license? How old are you?" Amelia remaine
The first needle landed with a sharp *thwack*.The little boy immediately furrowed his brow, and amidst his struggle, it seemed he regained some consciousness, his small brow furrowed tightly.The crowd gasped. “He’s waking up!”Oliver froze, his face turning a mix of pale and green. "How is this possible…?"How did she do it?Just one needle? And the boy regained consciousness?The boy opened his eyes. His dark, round eyes were shiny and clear, his lashes long and delicate. He stared at Amelia quietly, his little face pale.Everyone widened their eyes in disbelief.The elderly woman could hardly believe it. "Little girl, you just casually gave him one needle, and he’s better already?"Amelia gently pressed on the site, checking the blood flow. Once it was enough, she used a cotton swab to press and stop the bleeding. "It’s not just casually sticking in needles. The specific acupoint and fingertip have the function of clearing heat and opening the orifices. His condition is heatstroke
Zhang Long, who had always looked down on ordinary people, didn’t realize that the moment Amelia lifted her gaze, the corners of her eyes changed.Arrogance, aggressiveness, and ruthless coldness.She casually played with the candy in her hand, then flicked her finger sharply.Bang!Zhang Long’s knees buckled, and he fell heavily to the ground!“Ah!” The sharp pain made his face scrunch in agony.Zhang Long struggled to get up, but he felt as if his entire body had become stiff. His words were trapped, and his hands couldn’t move.It felt as if he had been pressure-pointed?Amelia walked up to him, her voice calm: “As a medical student, you can’t even perform the most basic of diagnostic steps—observation, listening, asking, and palpation—and yet you make judgments? Being a doctor is not about elevating yourself above others; it’s about using your skills to save lives. You have poor medical skills, and even worse ethics. I accept your bow today, as a lesson for your master.”“You—!” Z
People couldn’t help but murmur and discuss among themselves.“I heard everyone coming to the Caesar today is someone influential, from prominent medical families.”“Then what about this child…”Amelia wasn’t surprised by the conversation. After all, the boy was dressed well, and even his wristwatch was worth a lot.“Next time, remember to bring a bodyguard.” Amelia advised, packing up her medical kit.The boy, seeing she was about to leave, suddenly hugged her leg.Amelia couldn’t ride her bike anymore so she looked down at him.The boy didn’t say a word, just tugged at her sleeve.Every time Amelia took a step, he followed.This couldn’t continue like this.Amelia stopped walking. “I’ll take you home.”“Okay!” The boy nodded eagerly, his eyes shining. “I’ll make sure my family thanks you properly.”Amelia adjusted his sleeve. “There’s no need for thanks. I don’t accept payment from children.”“Then…” The boy’s eyes rolled as he thought. “Big sis, do you have a boyfriend?”Amelia str
As for what he looked like, Amelia didn’t see, but as a doctor, she was very sensitive to the scents of medicinal herbs.The moment the car window rolled down, she immediately smelled a faint herbal fragrance…Having studied " Encyclopedia of Herbal Medicine" extensively, Amelia knew that people who had been ill for a long time were likely to be light-sensitive.Jerry urged, “Master Jenkins, would you like to go see boss first?”The boy, distracted, turned to Amelia. “Wait for me here, don’t run off. I’ll be back soon.”Amelia nodded.The boy hurriedly ran towards the car.Left behind, Jerry handed over a card. “Thank you, Miss Cromwell, for saving our young master. This is a token of appreciation. Please, accept it.”“You knew my surname? That means you must be acquainted with me.” Amelia smiled mischievously, her eyes narrowing slightly. “You don’t seem to want to thank me; rather, you seem eager to distance yourself from me.”Jerry paused for a moment. “Miss Cromwell, you misunders
It was important to maintain silence when diagnosing through pulse.James noticed how close the little divine doctor was standing to their young master, but he didn’t dare say anything. After all, their young master had silently given his permission.It wasn’t until Amelia released her hand and muttered, "How could it have returned to this state in just three days?" that the silence was broken.Carl coughed again, his voice raspy. "This is how my body is. You don’t need to feel guilty.""Guilty?" Amelia chuckled softly, her tone languid. "I’m not as noble as you think. I just want to know the reason. By all rights, your pulse shouldn’t have returned so quickly."Suddenly, Carl remembered the discarded medicinal scent. His beautiful peach blossom eyes deepened in thought.Amelia turned her gaze to James, who was standing nearby. "Report everything your young master has eaten these past few days. The more details,
The next day, the sun was shining brightly. Although Amelia hadn’t gotten up yet, there was already a flurry of activity outside the clinic.Qi had come in twice, standing by her bed and gesturing, but she couldn’t even be bothered to open her eyes.It wasn’t until Granny Ye called out, "Amelia, today is Thursday. Why aren’t you at school?" that Amelia finally got herself together and walked out, her face fresh and natural, with no makeup but still strikingly beautiful."I don’t have class in the morning," she replied.Granny Ye seemed to have seen through her thoughts and sighed deeply. "If it’s too hard for you, just tell me. It’s okay. I heard from your Emma that there are extra tutoring classes now. Should we sign you up for one?"Hard? She? Qi lifted his head at the mention of "hard," his eyes full of aggression.Amelia smiled, gathering her long hair into a high ponytail, her beauty even more a
Li Yaohui hesitated. "An electrocardiogram? Is it really necessary? I only get dizzy occasionally…""You really should go," Amelia said, handing him a business card. "Or you can come to Yixin Hall in Qingshui Alley in the city."Li Yaohui took the card but was still mumbling to himself as the two kids quickly descended the mountain. They moved so fast, almost as if they were more familiar with the mountain roads than he, a seasoned mushroom hunter.Qi was reluctant to head home, especially after hearing about the wolves on the mountain. He was practically eager to test his courage.Amelia grabbed him and threw him onto the back of the motorcycle, securing the black-red helmet with a snap. "Hold onto the bag."Qi sat up straight. "Mm!""Next time, you can come here by yourself to play," Amelia said, kicking up the motorcycle stand and swinging her long legs over the bike. Her beautiful face, with a hint of exhaustion, was framed by her
Since the plan was to revive Yixin Hall, it wouldn’t do to be short on medicinal herbs.LA, located at the junction of two provinces, had a humid climate and dense shrubs, making it a great place to dig up mushrooms, and also other things, such as wild Ganoderma and wild ginseng.These were two of Qi’s favorite things, and at the scent of them, he immediately set off.Generally, people who lived off the land followed the principle of "relying on the mountain to eat from the mountain, and the water to eat from the water." It was rare for ordinary folks to find three or four wild ginseng roots in a day, but this pair—Qi and Amelia—had practically swept half of the mountain peak clean.On the way down, they ran into Li Yaohui, a man who specialized in early morning mushroom hunting.It was the first time Li Yaohui had seen anyone who arrived earlier than him. He looked at them in surprise. "It’s still dark. You two little
Lady Milton, leaning on her cane, stood up. "Whether to reopen Yixin Hall, I need to think it over carefully."Amelia smiled lightly. "Grandma, there's no rush. The more good doctors there are, the fewer bad ones there will be. Don't you think?"Lady Milton paused, then sighed. "You're right. I’ve lived most of my life and still haven’t thought things through as well as our Amelia."Amelia nodded and didn’t push her to make a decision right away. She gave Lady Milton time to think it over, understanding the inner conflict she must be facing. After all, the idea of taking lives—something that had happened in their family—was a hard barrier for any doctor who truly wanted to save lives to cross.Qi understood what Amelia was thinking. After Lady Milton had gone to sleep that night, he set to work. The various scrap parts he had collected clicked and clacked as he assembled them into a small portable notebook.Outside the
“Amelia!”From a distance, Lady Milton interrupted whatever Amelia was about to say, her face beaming with joy."Tell Qi to bring more water and help Emma and the others soak their feet."Amelia naturally withdrew her hand, smiling lightly. "Alright."She decided to let Qi's matter slide for now—it wasn't urgent. As long as the medicinal herbs were being used frequently, there wouldn’t be any noticeable issues…That night, the aroma of dinner wafted through the alley.It was clear that today had been one of the happiest days for Lady Milton in recent times. She was wearing her reading glasses, gently massaging her neighbors’ shoulders, her hands steady as she worked. Whenever the patient said they felt better, she would follow with a smile.Amelia raised an eyebrow, waiting until Emma and the others had left before she helped Lady Milton to her feet and spoke up. "Grandma, let’s get back to p
At 6 p.m., it was rush hour.The streets were filled with cars, though ClearWater Alley was not congested, just full of people chatting casually."Have you heard?""Heard what?""The doctor from the big hospital across the street was arrested.""Oh, it was the Adler family causing trouble again," Emma, who had just returned from buying vegetables, commented. "I think they came to bully Lady Milton last time on purpose!""I think so too! The news said that family is a bunch of parasites. A lot of patients have been taken advantage of by them!""She even suppressed her fellow doctors. Lady Milton must have suffered because of her!"Emma glanced over. "Now you know! Last time, they were all talking in front of Amelia!""Lady Milton has been living here for so long, and nothing ever happened.""Last time, when my stomach hurt, I couldn’t even afford the medication from the big hospital. Lady Milton made me some
After writing, Amelia grabbed the wooden box and walked out the door.As for her handwriting, it was terrible—she didn’t care whether the recipient could read it or not.Sister Wan’s approach was all about surface etiquette.As for Young Master Jenkins… sending a gift, making it seem like he had discovered her.Amelia thought to herself that she would need to avoid this person in the future. But that pen was nice, studded with diamonds.Cultural people, after all, were all about money!Unbeknownst to Carl, his actions had backfired.As soon as Amelia left, he entered, having watched the surveillance footage all afternoon. His handsome face now showed signs of fatigue."Young Master," the bodyguard in black stepped forward, "Miss Cromwell only took the the Heart Herb, nothing else."Miss Cromwell? Carl raised an eyebrow. "Amelia," he murmured to himself. "As in the Amelia of the 'Qin Huai at dusk,
"Your young master?" Yun Xiao stared in surprise, his eyes widening. "Why would Young Master Jenkins want to see her?"This question made everyone still present turn back in surprise. Did they hear that correctly?Young Master Jenkins? Wanting to see that "fake young lady"?The bodyguard in black spoke curtly: "There are items belonging to the Milton family that need to be returned."Ah, so it’s just about returning something.The others exchanged glances and relaxed. It made sense—there was no way Young Master Jenkins would know a small-town "fake daughter."Henry stepped forward, positioning himself in front of Amelia. "I’m going with her."After all, he had promised to protect her, and he intended to follow through.The bodyguard in black responded stiffly: "Sorry, sir, but Young Master only invited Miss Ye.""I’m not Ye," Amelia said calmly. She pressed a button on her phone in her pocket, her