Princess Cromwell and Her Six Brothers のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

"Do you really know medicine?"The tone was filled with shock.Evelyn Adler sneered. "Dr. Hart, it seems you're confused as well. What does this little girl know about medicine? She must have heard the symptoms from some nurse.""Dr.Adler, this young lady just arrived, and we haven’t had a chance to speak with her yet," a nurse quickly explained.Evelyn Adler glared at them. "So what? How old is she? She probably hasn’t even finished school! Does she have a medical license to be treating people?"**Smack.**Without saying another word, Amelia slammed her medical license down onto the seat. Not only that, but her medical license was for a **chief physician**—a prestigious level!Anyone who had studied medicine knew how difficult it was to achieve the rank of a chief physician.Now, who would dare say she was unqualified?The sound of the slap was like a sharp slap to Evelyn Adler's face.The doctors and nurses were stunned, unable to believe it. "Chief physician? Isn’t that the equival

The moment he stepped into the elevator, the air around him seemed to drop to its lowest point.When he wasn’t looking at anyone, he resembled a serene Buddhist monk. But when his gaze fell on someone, it was dangerous and demonic.“Go on, speak,” he said coldly.The hospital director wiped the sweat from his forehead and nervously called out, “Young Master Jenkins, don’t worry. Our Dr. Adler is an expert in this field. With her treating Mr. Cromwell, there’s absolutely no problem!”The person who could make so many important figures nervous wasn’t anyone else but Carl, the head of the Jenkins family.Carl casually twirled the Buddhist beads on his wrist, raising an eyebrow slightly. “That’s not what I’ve heard.”“Y... Young Master Jenkins, we— we haven’t lied to you.” The vice director was now stuttering. “We wouldn’t dare delay Mr. Cromwell’s condition. After all, that’s the Cromwell family!”Carl didn’t speak further but stood tall and straight, waiting for the elevator to reach th

No way…Director Luke’s eyes widened.Could she really be choosing Carl as her live subject?How could she dare? Is she throwing her life away at such a young age?Director Luke moved slightly, trying to make himself more noticeable, “Well, how about you choose someone else…”Before he could finish his sentence, Amelia had already stepped forward, walking right up to the man.It was only then that Director Luke realized that the young girl was actually taller than him!Amelia, with her slim waist and long legs, stood at 173 cm, her enchanting eyes framed by a cold, refined beauty. Standing next to the 188 cm tall Carl, the atmosphere between them felt strangely ambiguous.The contrast between their auras was stark—one cool and distant, the other fiery and intense—like a Buddhist monk meeting a seductive demon from the mortal world.Carl, dressed in pristine clothes, stood perfectly still. As Amelia approached, a chill appeared in his eyes, like the twilight’s cool breeze.Amelia halte

It felt like something was about to burst out, a heat rising from the outside in, as if something inside him was being crushed and pulled apart.Unable to stop himself, Carl unconsciously moved his Adam’s apple. Standing in the shifting light, the movement looked almost too seductive, a rare sight for him.Everyone in New York city knew that Carl was the embodiment of restraint. He was known for his ascetic lifestyle—he didn’t even touch meat, living on a vegetarian diet year-round. His air of noble detachment was something that no one had ever been able to break.Now, with his shirt half-open and his hair tousled, even Manager Monroe couldn’t help but feel a chill run down his spine.The little miracle doctor had really gone and provoked Carl this time.Having worked closely with Mr. Cromwell for so long, and knowing that the Cromwell and Jenkins families had deep ties, Manager Monroe was familiar with Carl’s regular visits to the Cromwell family mansion, mostly to discuss breaking o

“It might not be curable,” Amelia said, half leaning against the wall, her long legs slightly bent as she lazily yawned. “The cause of the illness is unclear, the diagnosis isn’t definite, and also…”Carl gave a soft laugh, finishing her sentence for her. “And you’re tired. You don’t want to see any more patients today.”“Talking to someone smart is so much easier,” Amelia said with a half-smile, her eyes flickering mischievously. She placed her fingers back on his wrist and began to check his pulse again. “Your condition can’t be rushed.”He was someone whom even the King of Hell wouldn’t take in.That was why he was still here.He must have an exceptional temperament, trusting himself more than any deity or spirit. Despite the string of prayer beads on his wrist, which seemed like a plea for protection, they only contained herbs to calm the mind, helping him sleep.Amelia could even smell it as she leaned in closer.“Start by improving your sleep and diet,” she said, rubbing her nec