Chapter 1005 Miraculous Medicine
"Thank you, Mr. Adelmar!" Jennie turned to Mrs. Flores and said, "You can take Una and Nessa and
stay at Mr. Adelmar''s mansion for now. Once I find a house for Doris, you can move back."
With everything that had happened, what else could Waylon say?
Most importantly, he worried about the two children.
Even if Emmeline hadn''t pleaded, considering the situation the two children were in, he would have
agreed.
Just like back in Canaryville, when he heard the cries of two infants, he didn''t hesitate and rushed
straight into the fire.
"Well," Abel said, "I''ll transfer a nanny from Levan Mansion to take care of the two children."
"Or I can directly transfer someone from Osea, someone who''s already familiar with the work," Waylon
suggested. "Besides, the hospital is being set up, and I need many people toe over."
"That works too." Abel nodded. "If you need me, just say the word, big brother."
Waylon took out his phone and walked to the side, calling Osea''s side.
They immediately dispatched personnel by helicopter.
So, by evening, Mrs. Flores had moved into Macsen Vi with Una and Nessa, and the nannies,RêAdt??St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only
housekeepers, and other staff from Osea had all arrived.
Another wave of people cameter, settling into the Imperial Pce overnight to help Kenny and Bowie
with the construction of the Traditional Chinese Medicine hospital.
While everyone bustled around, Waylon remained azy bum.
The next day, Doris'' figure suddenly shed before his eyes.
After thinking about it, with nothing else to do, he prepared medicine for treating a sore throat. He drove
to deliver it to her.
Jennie was watching Doris in the hospital room when they heard a "knock" on the door.
The sisters thought it was a nurse.
Jennie said, "Come in."
The door was pushed open, and Waylon appeared at the doorway.
The two sisters were stunned, and Doris immediately sat up.
Although she had an IV drip, her injury was to her throat, so she was semi-reclined on the hospital bed.
Jennie stood firmly and said, "Mr. Adelmar, you''re here."
"Yes," Waylon nodded, his expression solemn.
"I haven''t thanked you yet," Doris blushed, her voice hoarse. "The two children have caused trouble for
you again."
"It was my sister''s idea," Waylon said with a cold face. "I cannot act against Emma''s wishes. If you
want to thank someone, thank her."
Thank you, Ms. Emmeline," Doris said. "Once I recover, I will work hard and make the bakery thrive."
"Don''t rush to make promises," Waylon said. "Your vocal cords are injured. Try to speak as little as
possible."
"Okay," Doris nodded, pursed her lips, and swallowed her words of gratitude.
"This is medicine for your throat," Waylon took out a small paper package. "Take it, and in half a day,
you''ll feel better. You can be discharged tomorrow."
Before Doris could take it, Jennie pursed her lips and said, "Is there such a miraculous medicine in the
world?"
"...." Waylon remained silent.
"The doctor said my sister''s throat required a week of intravenous treatment, and after discharge, she
needed proper care. It will take two to three months for her vocal cords to fully recover. You''re
presenting a homemade pill and iming that it has miraculous effects?" Jennie continued.
"The doctor said my sister''s throat required a week of intravenous treatment, and after discharge, she
needed proper care. It will take two to three months for her vocal cords to fully recover. You''re
presenting a homemade pill and iming that it has miraculous effects?" Jennie continued.
Waylon: "..."
Despite his silence, he wrapped the paper package back up and put it back in his pocket.
"Mr. Adelmar," Doris extended her hand. "I trust you, I''ll take it."
"Doris," Jennie pped her hand away, "How can you dare eat anything like this? What if it''s a harmful
product?"
"You''re mistaken, sister," Doris said, "Josiah took the medicine that day and never returned to me. His
father''s lung cancer must have been cured, so I trust Mr. Adelmar."
"What does Josiah have to do with all of this?" Jennie said. "His father''s lung cancer has nothing to do
with you."
"It''s not something I can exin in a few words," Doris said. "Mr. Adelmar, please give me the
medicine."
"This medicine sells for 150,000 dors per pill on the ck market," Waylon scoffed. "Do you still want
it?"
"150,000 dors?" Jennie immediately jumped up. "Mr. Adelmar, are you robbing a bank? 150,000
dors for a worthless pill?"
"It was originally meant to be given for free," Waylon said. "But suddenly I felt like I was being
shortchanged, so let''s go with the market price."
"150,000 dors?" Jennie scoffed. "Even for 5,000 dors, we wouldn''t take it!"