All Novel Romance
Chapter 197
“Excuse me, were you calling out to me?” asked Anthea.
Corrin nodded affirmatively, “Yes, indeed! Young healer, your last name is Yeager isn’t it?”
“That’s correct, my last name is Yeager but I dare not claim the title of a ‘healer,” Anthea replied. “May I assist you with something?”
Corrin continued, “My name is Corrin, and this is our family patriarch. We had the pleasure of meeting you aboard a flight some time ago. A year back, our dear patriarch was diagnosed with a terminal illness. Your medical expertise is renowned, miss. Might you be willing to take a look at him?”
Just then, Sarah came running over from a short distance away. “What’s going on, Ann?”
Anthea succinctly explained the situation and then said, “Would you mind extending your arm, sir, so I may check your pulse?”
Knowing Anthea’s skill in medicine, Sarah didn’t ask further questions, standing quietly to the side, waiting for Anthea to proceed.
Kendrick extended his arm.
Anthea gently placed her fingers on Kendrick’s wrist, concentrating as she felt for his pulse.
After a moment, Anthea let go of Kendrick’s wrist.
Corrin eagerly inquired, “What’s the verdict, miss?”
“His condition isn’t something that can be managed with medication alone; it requires the addition of acupuncture. If you trust me, leave me your address, and I will pay a visit tomorrow to administer the acupuncture treatment.”
Though her visit to Capital City was brief, and treating Kendrick would leave little time for sightseeing, she was, after all, a doctor.
As a doctor, one must never turn away from those in need.
Hearing this, Corrin and Kendrick exchanged a hopeful glance. This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.
Tears welled up in Corrin’s eyes, choked with emotion.
Despite having so much to say, he found himself speechless.
“Does this mean there’s a chance to cure my illness?” Kendrick asked, trying to maintain composure.
Anthea nodded slightly, “It would seem so.”
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Kendrick’s condition might be incurable to others, but in Anthea’s hands, it was hardly a formidable ailment.
In her eyes, any sickness that could be treated with medicine was not serious.
Kendrick asked for reassurance, “M
Anthea, though just a teenager,
Age does not determine cap
how confident are you?”
a sense of gravity even some adults lacked–an inexplicable comfort.
Some live their entire lives and yet may not measure up to a child.
For some reason, Kendrick, having met Anthea just once, found himself deeply trusting her.
Anthea spoke with a light but certain tone, “Well, I’m about seventy percent sure.”
Though her voice was quiet, it resonated with conviction.
For the first time since falling ill, Kendrick saw a glimmer of hope. It was as if winter had ended, life was returning, and the flowers were beginning to bloom.
“Where do you stay, miss? When will you be available tomorrow? I’ll have the driver come for you,” Kendrick asked.
Anthea provided her address and phone number, and Corrin quickly saved the information in his phone.
“Then let’s say our driver will pick you up at 9:30 tomorrow morning. Does that work for you?”
Anthea nodded in agreement, “That will be fine.”
Before leaving, Anthea added, “By the way my trip to Capital City was rather rushed, and I didn’t bring my need to prepare a set of acupuncture tools.”
medical equipment. You’ll
Anthea had come to Capital City to attend RealTimeFlow’s annual gala and hadn’t anticipated the need for her medical gear.
Corrin inquired, “Do you have any particular requirements for the acupuncture tools?”
“Ordinary silver needles will suffice,” Anthea replied.
Corrin nodded, “Understood.”
Kendrick wanted to invite Anthea and Sarah for dinner, but Anthea politely declined.
10:52
Back at the manor, Kendrick found Rebecca still there.
“Did we have visitors?” he asked a servant, his mood notably upbeat upon the prospect of his illness being treatable.
Upon seeing Kendrick, Damian quickly greeted him, “Dad! You’re back.”
Kendrick brushed snow off his shoulders and asked with curiosity, “You’ve been waiting for me?”
“It’s not I who’s been waiting, it’s a distinguished guest,” Damian guided Kendrick to the living room. “Dad, this is Ms. Morris, a legendary doctor!”