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Emelle and Greta walked together on the cobblestone streets of the small town. Emelie chatted with Creta <b>as </b>they strolled, focusing on
than worries.
Geeta was <b>in </b><b>a </b>good mood. She was unusually responsive and mentioned, “Your father went for acupuncture, we’ll pick him up on our way back.
Over the past month, Emelie had <b>heard </b>from Adeline that Roman was receiving acupuncture treatment for his leg.
She followed to the market, where they not only bought beef but also various other ingredients, both meat and vegetables.
arent who would feed
Emelie wanted to mention that she was only staying for two days and wouldn’t be able to eat everything. However, Greta was the type of parent her children as much as possible whenever they came home, regardless of whether they needed it or not.
Emelie had <b>just </b>sent a text message to <b>Eliana </b>to bring Halley over for dinner that night to help eat some of the food. Before she could finish sending the message, Oreta had already <b>bought </b><b>a </b><b>cauliflower</b>
Emelie wanted to pay, but Greta insisted on <b>paying </b>for it. Emelle went <b>along </b>with it. She took the groceries in one hand and held onto data with the other.
That town had a small permanent poption, <b>and </b>everyone knew each other. As they walked, they encountered four or five acquaintances of Greta’s, whom she greeted and chatted with.
Greta stopped and chatted with people along the way. When introducing Emilie, Greta’s tone was proud and generous withpliments. She described Emelie as a versatile secretary.
Emelle felt <b>a </b>bit embarrassed and quickly pulled her mother away.
“Most parents modestly deny when they hear praise for their children. On the contrary, you rush to praise me. Aren’t you worried about what others might say <b>behind </b>your back?”
Greta stood herground confidently, “ty Emelle is simply the best, most beautiful, and most capable daughter ever.”
Emelie couldn’t <b>help </b>butugh and shake her head. “Ainight, alright, you have the best daughter.
Greta’s expression changed slightly at Emelle’s spe
Emelie didn’t notice, her attention focused on the road. “So, Dad is getting acupuncture here?”
Greta snapped back “res, at the clinic in front of the big elm tree.”
Calling it a clinic was a bit of a stretch. There was hardly anything medical inside, just a therapy bed <b>and </b><b>a </b>few cabs. It looked so simple, <b>as </b>if it could shut down anytime.
Ronan hadn’t finished his <b>puncture </b>yet, so Emelie stood nearby and watched
gentle and seemed to be in <b>his </b>sosor dos. “Are you here every
<b>She </b>took the opportunity to strike up a conversation with the elderly <b>doctor</b>, who lookednd and ge day? I’d like to bring a frend with a fracture to see you.”
Jonathan Kane was rxed as he replied, “I’m not here every day. I onlye in once a week on Sundays. As for your friend, that’s fine.
Since I’ll be here anyway, <b>you </b>can bring them both on Sunday. I’ll treat them together.”
“Where do you usually work? <b>I </b><b>can </b>have my friend directly register at your <b>hospital</b>.”
“At Evergreen Hospital”
Emelle was surprised. That was one of the top hospitals in the country. “Why do youe here to practice instead <b>of </b>coordinating with the hospital<b>?</b>
… Jonathan realized she was asking too much and nced at her ambiguously. He then turned to Roman and said, “That’s it for today. You need more treatment, soe back tomorrow morning.”
Roman shifted his legs. He felt much better. “Thank you, Mr. Kanel”
Jonathan tumed away to tidy up, gesting for them to leave.
Emelie had doubts as they exited the clinic. She thought of ways to verify his identity.
She took out her phone and logged into Evergreen Hospital’s appointment systers, where the doctors‘ photos were disyed. She scrolled through the alternative medicine department and indeed found Jonathan Kane’s photo there.
He <b>held </b>the title of chief Physician in the department
Such a skilled Chief Physician practicing in their small town was one <b>thing</b>. But being so low–key about it was another thing entirely.
Emelie frowned and asked, “Dad, who introduced you to this doctor?
“I heard about him while buying groceries. They said that there’s a remarkable alternative medicine doctor who <b>can </b>mend brolom legs. I was skeptical, but he offered me a free trial, and it really helped.”
After that, Ronan started going to him for acupuncture every week. He paid two hundred dors each time, and <b>so </b>far, after three or four sessions, he already felt
<b>much </b>better.
Two hundred dors..
At Evergreen Hospital, for <b>a </b><b>physician </b>of that caliber, the consultation fee alone would be more than two hundred dors. He hade from Epand to personally administer the acupuncture<b>, </b>and it only cost two hundred dors.
Enelle waspletely certain that there <b>was </b>something shy going on here. He had to have been invited
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She opened William’s WhatsApp, and messaged him, “Did <b>you </b>arrange an alternative medicine doctor to treat my father’s leg?”
William replied, “Now you remember me when there’s something good happening?”
Emelie always felt that whenever something bad happened, even remotely, it was somehow William’s doing to make things difficult for her.
“So, it wasn’t you?” Emelie asked again.
William sat in a cafe in the small town. He lifted his cup to take a sip before replying, “No, it wasn’t me. What kind of alternative medicine doctor?”
Ashton sat in another seat. She saw something and leaned in to whisper, “Mr. Middleton, that’s Mr. Davis’s car. He’s back from Calmcrest. He must be here to see Ms. Hoven,”