When the Wind is Sweet: The Fairy Tale of Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster Chapter 155: Miracle Doctor

Faye Turner arrived early today, before eight o’clock.

The unmarked clinic hadn’t opened yet, but three people were already waiting to see the doctor.

Faye Turner naturally took the fourth place in line.

"Uncle Lane, you don’t have to wait with . It’s uncertain when they’ll open, you should just go and do your business. I’ll take a taxi to the company myself later."

"It’s alright, I’ll wait with you."

"No, no, really there’s no need, you can go!" Under Faye Turner’s insistence, Uncle Lane finally had to leave.

But before leaving, he secretly made a phone call to Adrian Lancaster to report the situation here——

"President Lancaster, Miss Turner wants to buy you a kind of traditional dicine, she couldn’t get it yesterday, so she’s here early again today."

Adrian Lancaster had just arrived at the company, hearing this report, he felt a bit moved, rembering her saying she still needed one more herb.

"Alright, you make sure she stays safe." With that, he hung up the phone.

So Uncle Lane didn’t leave but drove the car to the side and sat in the driver’s seat watching her from afar.

Gradually, a long line ford behind Faye Turner.

After waiting for about an hour, the clinic’s door finally opened.

Faye Turner was able to see Dr. Aiken up close, around fifty years old, dressed very neatly, still in yesterday’s outfit.

Seeing the long queue outside, he did not make any arrangent for everyone, but rely brought out a stack of plastic stools, starting with the first patient, passing them down the line.

For the first two patients, he took their pulse and prescribed dicine incredibly quickly, perhaps their issues were minor, just requiring body adjustnts.

Faye Turner thought, this ti the wait shouldn’t be long.

Now in front of her was a sowhat frail young girl, around thirty, quite pretty and made-up, but looking depressed.

Accompanying her was a middle-aged woman, their relationship didn’t seem like mother and daughter.

"Give your wrist," Dr. Aiken didn’t even inquire about her symptoms, directly reaching to take her pulse.

The girl sat on the stool in front of the counter, stretching out her hand sowhat timidly.

Then the middle-aged woman beside her, concernedly explained the girl’s issues, "Dr. Aiken, Amy ca all the way from Jadepoint, seeking out your reputation for help with her body adjustnts. This girl has been weak since childhood, and now that she’s married, she constantly can’t maintain pregnancies."

The doctor’s brows furrowed tightly while taking her pulse.

"Girls need to take care of their bodies. Why so weak? Aren’t you aware of your mood?" His words were harsh, even a bit cold.

Faye Turner felt a slight shock in her heart.

The middle-aged woman was even more confused, intending to communicate with the girl, but Dr. Aiken beca upset, "Is she deaf? I don’t believe she can’t understand, why are you here to translate?"

Faye Turner felt her heart tighten again, this doctor is really strict!

"She just thinks too much, over-complicates things!" He said as he took her pulse, glancing at her anwhile.

The girl drooped her head, starting to sob...

"I’m not checking anymore." Dr. Aiken released her wrist, "You can leave, turn left at the door, I’m not treating you!"

Faye Turner was bewildered, but the girl raised her tear-filled eyes, "I’m sorry, I was wrong."

"You’re not wrong, you’re just not being truthful with . I just don’t want to treat you. If you don’t want treatnt, don’t waste ti."

"Doctor..." The girl seed to cling to him like a lifeline, "I’ll speak, I’ll speak, I’ve been married for two years, been pregnant five or six tis but couldn’t keep them, really want a child, Western dicine doesn’t work, seen many doctors without results, I’m sincerely coming to seek your help."

"Of course, you can’t maintain pregnancy, you’ve had 17 miscarriages, it’s a miracle you’re even alive," the doctor said.

This statent caused a commotion among the people around, but judging from the girl’s expression, the doctor’s assessnt was correct.

Faye Turner thought, my goodness, is the pulse-reading really this accurate?