“Indeed, Mr. Yates. They asked specifically for Wynter and want to know where she is now,” said Glen
Clark, the butler who had driven Wynter out on the first day.
Ewan, feeling irritated at the mory of the shabby scooter, grumbled, “No wonder they refused the
money earlier. Probably thought it was too little and wanted to get more benefits from us!”
“These folks have no sha!” Glen growled. “I’ll kick them out. Dealing with these freeloaders is my
specialty!”
Ewan considered and remarked, “Let’s not make it too unsightly. The Yates family has its reputation to
uphold justice.”
“Rest assured. I understand,” Glen replied.
After hanging up the phone, Ewan returned to the banquet, thinking about the upcoming alliance with
the Gibson family.
With the Gibson family’s reputation in the dical field, he would surely gain access to the Yarwood
family, paving the way for his career advancent.
At such a critical mont, he couldn’t be bothered with dealing with Wynter. It was
ridiculous!
Not personally going back to check on Dom, who had co to find soone, would later beco the
biggest regret of Mr. Yates‘ life!
In the evening, at the Harmony Community.
Wynter had already begun her free dical consultation, with a steady stream of people seeking
dical assistance. She barely had ti to take a sip of water.
However, her phone had been buzzing incessantly.
When Wynter opened the ssages, there was a stack of them.
“Boss, why did you decline the Yarwood family’s case?”
“Boss, I told my family you’d co.”
“Boss, is everything okay?”
“Boss…”
Annoyed by the constant interruptions, Wynter freed up a hand to reply, “I went there, but
the security guard wouldn’t let in.”
“Security guard?” Abel Lopez, the young master of the Lopez family, couldn’t believe a re security
guard would thwart his major issue.
Humbling himself, he pleaded, “Boss, where are you? I’ll drive over to pick you up!”
“No need. I’m at the clinic. It’s inconvenient to leave,” Wynter replied, siping water.
Abel paced anxiously. “Boss, for the sake of our relationship, please co again. I beg you.”
“Abel, you know my principles. I don’t treat those who seek profit.” Wynter ssaged before switching
off her phone screen.
Looking at Gavin Colt, the elderly man seeking treatnt, Wynter focused intently. “What seems to be
the problem?”
“My arm. I can’t raise it,” replied Gavin, obviously from the county.
People knew this genius doctor treated patients regardless of their background during her Sunday
clinics, offering free dical consultations.
Wynter palpated Gavin’s shoulder. “You caught a chill, and your bones seem a bit porous. Sleeping in
the sa position for too long can cause this. You should avoid high pillows and try to move around
more.”
“Is that all? No X–rays or surgeries?” Gavin’s eyes widened in disbelief.
“For minor issues, there’s no need for surgery,” Wynter chuckled. “Extend your arm.”
Following her instructions, Gavin watched in amazent as Wynter applied pressure to a point on his
arm and lifted it upward.
Before Gavin could react, Wynter said, “Try it now.”
“It’s better! It’s really better!” Gavin waved his arm, unable to believe it. “I can lift it now!”
The people in the community had long beco accustod to Wynter’s miraculous dical skills.
Gavin’s tears welled up as he tightly grasped Wynter’s hand. “Doctor, thank you! I’ve been to many big
hospitals, and even Madam Gibson said I needed surgery to fix my arm.
“Being from a small town, we don’t have much money. I thought if it didn’t work out today, I’d give up on
treatnt. Thank goodness I t you! You’re an angel saving the suffering!”
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