All Chapters of Princess Cromwell and Her Six Brothers: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

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

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

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,

Hearing the mention of the invitation letter, James’s gaze shifted toward it!Carl remained calm, his voice steady, "I suppose so."Amelia’s eyes sparkled with beauty as she smiled, "You still want to do good deeds without leaving your name behind?"Carl coughed lightly, his voice still a little raspy, "My health is poor, and even if the invitation letter was given to me, it would be a waste. I can't go. It's better to give it to you, the doctor."Amelia raised an eyebrow, "You never thought about trying your luck? The Jenkins family has invited so many famous doctors; surely one of them could cure you."Carl lowered his gaze, his long lashes casting a shadow over his eyes, "I did think about it before, but after meeting you, I felt it wasn’t necessary."As soon as the words left his mouth, everyone froze.The wooden bucket in James's hands dropped.Amelia’s hand, which had been pouring tea, froze for a

“Kind of,” Amelia replied casually. “I went to treat him before, but his bodyguards wouldn’t let me in. His personal assistant looked down on me.” She only mentioned two recent incidents, leaving out the older man. “They called me a poor student, told me to know my place. I’m the kind of person who remembers things like that.”Amelia had already guessed who Jerry was, but she had kept it to herself. The West family had close ties with the Crawford family, and the assistant had likely seen her at the party. That was probably why he had looked down on her when she was saving someone. As for the limited edition Maybach parked outside, she could easily guess who was inside. It was clear now—the person who commanded such respect from the haughty Jerry had to be the infamous young heir of the Jenkins family, Carl, who was known as a business tycoon.Amelia didn’t mention the fact that Carl had been pursuing her aggr