From Sneers to Cheers: Anthea’s Ascent (Anthea ) novel Chapter 197

"Excuse me, were you calling out to me?" asked Anthea.

Corrin nodded affirmatively, "Yes, indeed! Young healer, your last name is Yeager isn't it?"

"That's correct, my last name is Yeager but I dare not claim the title of a ‘healer'," Anthea replied. "May I assist you with something?"

Corrin continued, "My name is Corrin, and this is our family patriarch. We had the pleasure of meeting you aboard a flight some time ago. A year back, our dear patriarch was diagnosed with a terminal illness. Your medical expertise is renowned, miss. Might you be willing to take a look at him?"

Just then, Sarah came running over from a short distance away. "What's going on, Ann?"

Anthea succinctly explained the situation and then said, "Would you mind extending your arm, sir, so I may check your pulse?"

Knowing Anthea's skill in medicine, Sarah didn't ask further questions, standing quietly to the side, waiting for Anthea to proceed.

Kendrick extended his arm.

Anthea gently placed her fingers on Kendrick's wrist, concentrating as she felt for his pulse.

After a moment, Anthea let go of Kendrick's wrist.

Corrin eagerly inquired, "What's the verdict, miss?"

"His condition isn't something that can be managed with medication alone; it requires the addition of acupuncture. If you trust me, leave me your address, and I will pay a visit tomorrow to administer the acupuncture treatment."

Though her visit to Capital City was brief, and treating Kendrick would leave little time for sightseeing, she was, after all, a doctor.

As a doctor, one must never turn away from those in need.

Hearing this, Corrin and Kendrick exchanged a hopeful glance.

Tears welled up in Corrin's eyes, choked with emotion.

Despite having so much to say, he found himself speechless.

"Does this mean there's a chance to cure my illness?" Kendrick asked, trying to maintain composure.

Anthea nodded slightly, "It would seem so."

Kendrick's condition might be incurable to others, but in Anthea's hands, it was hardly a formidable ailment.

In her eyes, any sickness that could be treated with medicine was not serious.

Anthea had come to Capital City to attend RealTimeFlow's annual gala and hadn't anticipated the need for her medical gear.

Corrin inquired, "Do you have any particular requirements for the acupuncture tools?"

"Ordinary silver needles will suffice," Anthea replied.

Corrin nodded, "Understood."

Kendrick wanted to invite Anthea and Sarah for dinner, but Anthea politely declined.

Back at the manor, Kendrick found Rebecca still there.

"Did we have visitors?" he asked a servant, his mood notably upbeat upon the prospect of his illness being treatable.

Upon seeing Kendrick, Damian quickly greeted him, "Dad! You're back."

Kendrick brushed snow off his shoulders and asked with curiosity, "You've been waiting for me?"

"It's not I who's been waiting; it's a distinguished guest," Damian guided Kendrick to the living room. "Dad, this is Ms. Morris, a legendary doctor!"