All Chapters of Meet My Brothers: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

That was the old lady’s favorite book on medicinal dishes, filled with numerous recipes.She would often sit in her garden on the lounge chair, reading aloud to Amelia: “This dish is good. Today, I’ll make some fish for Amelia and cook some lotus seed soup to clear the heat and nourish the stomach.”Now, all of it was ruined!Amelia’s eyes darkened, the storm brewing in them. She strode quickly towards the inner courtyard.A young boy dressed like a masseur quickly dropped the wooden tub he was holding when he saw her. He hurriedly raised his hands to gesture.Amelia placed a firm hand on his shoulder, her eyes deep, but her voice calm. "Elijah, don't panic. Take your time and tell me what happened."Elijah had been picked up by the old lady when he was a child. He was born mute and could only communicate through sign language. Now, however, his throat could produce sounds. He was small, around eleven years old, with clean features. He raised his arm to gesture to Amelia, his eyes sha

Children have no sense of good and evil. Elijah, born with an inherently sinister appearance, was abandoned by his parents and didn’t understand what he should or shouldn’t do.Rather than saying that Mrs. Milton took him in, it would be more accurate to say that he was convinced by Amelia and stayed in the traditional medicine shop.Over the past three years, after being around herbs for so long, his appearance had improved significantly. He looked fair, clean, and harmless. However, there is an old saying that chaos is born from evil… anyone who caught his eye would end up shedding a layer of skin.Amelia sat in the small courtyard, her fingers still idly playing with a locust flower, her smile calm and unhurried.Late at night, at the Adler family’s old residence, Madam Adler was still lying in bed, recovering from the shock she had suffered.A number of medical students had gathered downstairs, most of them being apprentices Madam Adler had taken in. They were eager to show their

Amelia lifted her gaze, following the sound.On the hospital bed, Grandpa Cromwell had already woken up. His eyes didn’t have the weariness typical of old age, but instead carried a calm, composed air.It was the aura of someone who had weathered the ups and downs of the business world—a presence not everyone could possess.Even though he was still recovering, his tone revealed a subtle authority. In terms of temperament, even ten Jacksons would likely fall short compared to this elderly man.Although Grandpa Cromwell wasn’t fully healed, his composure was evident, and his sharp gaze softened when it landed on Amelia.Aside from Grandpa Cromwell, the handsome patient from yesterday was also present.He was sitting at the bedside, his long legs crossed, not wearing a suit, giving off an air of sickly beauty. His hands rested on his knees, slender and pale, with pronounced joints.It seemed like he was playing chess with Grandpa Cromwell, and upon seeing Amelia, he slightly curled his l

"Detox points," Amelia explained.Unlike in emergency situations, today she had only inserted three needles into Grandpa Cromwell, each one leaving him feeling unfulfilled, as though there was more to come. The sensation was extraordinary!It felt as though his entire body, once clogged and sluggish, had been cleared out. He felt younger, lighter, and more energized than he had in years!Grandpa Cromwell looked at her with newfound respect. "Truly, a genius among the young! Little miracle doctor, you're still so young and already possess such skill. Chinese medicine will never decline with talents like you rising.""That's thanks to the elders at home," Amelia replied, placing her palm on his back. As she spoke, her hand gently pressed down.Before Grandpa Cromwell could react, he heard a muffled crack."This... Is this... bone setting?" He turned his gaze to her, puzzled.Amelia nodded. "Yes. When I inserted the needles earlier, I noticed a slight protrusion in your thoracic vertebra

The interior of the medicine shop looked much more reliable than its exterior.At first, James had worried that the place might be too dirty for their young master to even get treated. But now, looking around, he saw the clean, traditional layout—very much in the Chinese style. The central focus was a wooden medicine cabinet, and the space had an air of an old Beijing courtyard house, much like the apothecaries from ancient times.Carl, with his calm, indifferent gaze, scanned the surroundings, his eyes falling on a piece of calligraphy and painting. His fingers absentmindedly twirled the Buddhist beads around his wrist.Noticing his focus, Amelia walked over. “It’s a fake.”“Otherwise, would it be real?” Carl raised an eyebrow, an amused smile playing on his lips.Amelia’s eyes glimmered with mirth. “What if it is?”Carl didn’t speak further, continuing to gaze at the painting. His pupils deepened as he studied the image.The painting depicted a towering pine tree casting shade, with