Chapter 42 The Stomach

Aria's voice cut through the air. "Mr. Lowe."

Bryan straightened up immediately. "Yes?"

"Can you identify medicinal herbs and boil water?" by boiling water?" Aria gestured toward the medicine cabinet with a subtle tilt of her chin.

Bryan nodded. "Yes, but I'm not very quick at identifying them."

Aria glanced at him sideways. "Prepare orzo, ground nutmeg, and rhizome. Only come find me if someone wants a massage."

Bryan, a highly respected lead surgeon, couldn't help but feel like he was being relegated to receptionist duties.

Aria grinned. "Do you not want to do it?"

He rolled up his sleeves. "It would be an honor."

He was there to learn from her, and a little receptionist work wasn't about to deter him.

With tasks assigned, Aria led Landon into a room decorated in an intriguing style. A plush massage bed dominated the center, the air imbued with the calming scent of mugwort. A curious contraption, seemingly connected to the stove outside, was nestled beneath the couch.

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