When the Wind is Sweet: The Fairy Tale of Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster Chapter 652: Instinctive Evasion

Adrian Lancaster thought for a mont, "Alright, I’ll attend the eting first, and I’ll be back to have lunch together."

As he said this, he directly assigned two capable assistants and instructed, "Accompany Mrs. Lancaster to pick up the dicine and ensure her safety."

"Yes, boss."

Soon after, Mrs. Rhodes handed Faye Turner a coat to put on, "Be careful not to catch a cold."

"Thank you."

Faye Turner smiled and waved at Adrian Lancaster, "I’ll be off then?"

He nodded gently.

She casually walked out of the living room.

In the yard, Mr. Kerr drove her with two bodyguards in tow.

Faye Turner and Dr. Aiken, due to their ntor relationship, had already beco friends, so she no longer needed to get a number or make an appointnt when she went to collect dicine.

At this ti, the patients queuing at Dr. Aiken’s had already left; today’s appointnts were full, and consultations had finished.

Sitting on the bench in front of the counter was a middle-aged woman wearing a hat and a scarf. Her posture was very upright, and she was quite elegant.

Her clothes and accessories looked graceful, but her face showed a hint of anxiety, likely due to soone in her family being ill.

Dr. Aiken was calmly dispensing herbal dicine for her inside the counter.

It was just the two of them in the shop.

"If these dicines don’t bring improvent, you’ll need to co over again, or I could find so ti to visit him to check his pulse."

Dr. Aiken, usually sharp-tongued, was quite normal when facing this female custor, filled with care in his words.

"Hmm," the elegant middle-aged woman nodded, her voice gentle, "Thank you in advance, Dr. Aiken."

"You’re welco."

Evidently, he treated her as a friend.

At this mont, a car stopped in the shop’s yard outside.

The car door opened, and Faye Turner got out, wrapped her coat tighter, and headed toward the clinic.

Having just taken so dandelion from a drawer, Dr. Aiken turned and saw the familiar face approaching, "Mrs. Lancaster?"

"Dr. Aiken, please call Faye Turner." The girl, her belly rounded, ca in with a smile.

The middle-aged woman sitting on the bench slightly paused at hearing the words ’Mrs. Lancaster, Faye Turner.’

Then, she instinctively lowered her head, turned sideways, averted her face, and even pulled her scarf tighter over her face, afraid of being seen.

Neither Faye Turner nor Dr. Aiken noticed this detail.

From the mont she entered, the two began conversing, "The dicine I took from you last ti worked really well, and I need three more packs."

"Alright, have a seat first, I’ll get it ready for you." Dr. Aiken said, continuing to dispense dicine for the middle-aged woman, "I’ll be done here very soon."

"No rush, no rush." Faye Turner didn’t wish to cut in line.

The middle-aged woman consistently avoided looking at Faye Turner, while Faye sat on the bench beside her, her eyes just briefly passing over her casually.

"Were these herbs dug up in autumn? The mountain is slippery in winter; it’s hard to collect herbs." Faye Turner chatted with him.

"Yes, it’s been so ti since I went up the mountain; the weather’s not good." Dr. Aiken began packing the prepared dicine with a kindly expression, "I’m thinking of cultivating so land myself and planting herbs directly."

"That’s a great idea; when you get older, you won’t have to work so hard."

"Haha, that’s exactly what I’m thinking." Dr. Aiken didn’t pause his actions, saying, "The herbs, if processed by my own hands, are what I feel comfortable giving to patients."

Indeed, he was a doctor adamant about not sourcing externally.

Every herbal dicine in this shop was dug and dried by himself.

Many herbs were effective, unavailable in the market.

Soon, he placed the packed dicine into a bag and handed it across the counter to the middle-aged woman.

And instructed her—

"Add three slices of ginger to each pack, soak in cold water for an hour, bring to a boil, keep it boiling for 20 minutes and it’s ready; one pack a day can be brewed twice, even three tis, just as a tea. Ensure it doesn’t boil dry, and you can add so honey when drinking it."

The middle-aged woman turned her body slightly, facing away from Faye Turner, stood, and reached for the dicine, "Thank you, Dr. Aiken." With that, she left without looking back.

Instinctively, Faye Turner glanced at the departing figure, then smiled again at Dr. Aiken.