"I can’t tell you how grateful we are that you’re willing to help, Professor," Mark pled earnestly. "If you won’t accept any paynt, we’d feel as if we’re taking advantage of your kindness. Please, take sothing more to make us feel better."
Paying her more than necessary?
"Fine," Rosemary relented with a sly smile. "I’ll decide how much later."
Rosemary didn’t specify how much, but this reassured Mark. He believed that Old Mrs. Griffith was going to be saved!
Half an hour later.
They arrived at a grand and beautiful mansion.
The mansion was a combination of a dozen buildings, surrounded by a sapphire-blue lake, vast lawns, and an inviting swimming pool.
There was even a helipad.
Just standing at the entrance, one could sense the extraordinary wealth and status of the owner.
This was no ordinary rich family.
The owner of such a mansion must hold a high position in society.
Six butlers in uniform greeted Rosemary at the entrance with well-trained courtesy and respect.
Upon hearing Mark had brought the Professor, Sampson, who was leisurely sipping tea in the garden, got up and walked toward the entrance to welco them.
His maid, a short-haired young woman, followed him. From a distance, she spotted a slender, charming young woman entering the mansion.
The young woman wore her hair in a bun and had a strikingly beautiful face that was hard to ignore.
Her beauty and charisma were...
The short-haired maid was thrilled.
"Mr. Sampson, that’s her! The Solterra girl I told you about!"
She was the one who helped Old Mrs. Griffith when she had trouble breathing.
She reminded them that Old Mrs. Griffith was frail and needed extra care.
She said that those pills wouldn’t help Aunt’s condition and suggested other dications.
"Mr. Sampson, you found her?" The short-haired maid was overjoyed. "So, Old Mrs. Griffith is going to be saved!"
"So, the Solterra girl who helped when Old Mrs. Griffith’s health deteriorated after the bus accident is her?" Sampson seed a bit surprised. "Are you sure?"
"I’m absolutely sure! This face—how many like it could there be in the world? I’d recognize her even if she turned to dust!" The short-haired maid greeted Rosemary happily as she arrived. "Hi, we et again."
Rosemary didn’t recognize her. She tried to recall, but couldn’t.
"I was the one screaming for help on the roadside when the bus accident happened. You stopped and helped Old Mrs. Griffith," the short-haired maid said with a sincere smile, hopeful eyes on Rosemary.
Ah, so it was her. Rosemary rembered now.
She had been desperate.
No one was willing to stop and help.
She and the driver stood by the roadside, screaming for help.
So, it turned out Old Mrs. Griffith needed dical attention?
Rosemary had checked Old Mrs. Griffith’s pulse at the ti. The dical condition was complex and required multiple dications. When the short-haired maid asked for advice, Rosemary couldn’t give her a specific prescription.
Old Mrs. Griffith’s condition required constant adjustnt of dication.
"I’m glad to see you again," Rosemary nodded at her, acknowledging her enthusiasm.
The short-haired maid was overjoyed. She hadn’t expected their second eting to be like this. This girl was so gentle and polite. She was adorable.
"Professor, let introduce you to my good friend, Sampson," Mark said with excitent. "Sampson, this is the amazing Professor I told you about. She’s known as Dr. Bell in the dical area."
So, this was Dr. Bell?
The sa Dr. Bell who was fad for performing dical miracles?
Sampson was stunned. He didn’t expect that the wonderful doctor Mark ntioned would turn out to be her.
She was so young, yet she was already an ace physician.
The short-haired maid was equally surprised. So, it wasn’t Mr. Sampson who found her—it was Dr. Mark.
She must be pretty significant then.
No wonder she carried a dical bag around. She was a renowned doctor!
Impressive.
She was not only beautiful but also a well-known doctor.
If only Mr. Sampson wasn’t in his thirties, she’d definitely play matchmaker!
"We et again," Sampson’s tone softened, his impression of the girl improving.
Now it was Mark’s turn to be surprised. He glanced at Sampson, then at Rosemary, and asked, "You’ve t before?"
"Mr. Sampson helped and my friend out last night," Rosemary stated succinctly.
"Last night, Miss Bell saved my life and even detoxified ," Sampson extended his hand formally. "Thank you, Kelly."
"Kelly is my friend. You can call Rosemary," Rosemary was surprised to et him again in such circumstances.
She shook his hand. "Thank you for the nightshade."
Now it was Sampson’s turn to be surprised. So, her na wasn’t Kelly and she wasn’t the Miss Piper from the Piper Group. So, he had given the nightshade to the wrong person?
The assistant, standing aside, was also confused. Did they still need to investigate her identity? He had seen her with Mr. Sampson’s sister who looked sowhat similar. He thought Mr. Piper of the Piper Group had mixed up his daughters.
"So, is Rosemary your real na?" Sampson asked, masking his surprise with a smile.
"Yes, it is."
"It’s a beautiful na." Sampson gestured her to move ahead. "I’m sure you’re aware of my mother’s condition—do you have any suggestions?"
At this point, Mark seed to rember sothing. He blurted out, "Oh, Professor. There was a dicine at a dostic auction called HeartEase. It was created by a brilliant pharmacist. It’s said to be highly effective in treating heart conditions."
He continued, "Many patients who were deed untreatable by doctors improved significantly after using HeartEase. Although Old Mrs. Griffith’s illness isn’t purely a heart disease, this dicine could potentially help so. So, I was thinking of mixing HeartEase with a new dicine that I’m researching. Not sure if it would help her condition."
"Oh," Rosemary listened to him and simply said, "That stuff won’t work for Old Mrs. Griffith."
"Why not?" Mark asked, puzzled.
Sampson was equally confused. "I managed to get it last night."
"Oh, that’s just leftover scraps from making HeartEase. It won’t significantly help. Old Mrs. Griffith’s condition is a bit complex. It requires multiple dications."
This revelation stunned everyone.
Mark stared at her incredulously. "Professor, are you the famous pharmacist, Ms. Aria?"
"Yes, that’s ."
Mark held his breath. So, it turned out he had bought her dicine last night.
Sampson was surprised, but his respect for the girl increased. He hadn’t expected her to be so versatile at such a young age—being Dr. Bell, Ms. Aria, skilled, and even good at rolling dice. She was extraordinary.
Rosemary asked casually, "How much did you spend on it last night?"
Sampson replied honestly, "Two million for a HeartEase pill, and half a million for a bottle of HeartRevive."
"You overpaid. Next ti you can get a discount from ."
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