Chapter 533
A few minutes later, Melody took off her jacket and laid it on the ground, carefully positioning the girl on top of it. She gently pressed on the girl’s abdomen while asking, “Little one, can you tell me if it hurts here, or is it somewhere else?”
As soon as Melody pressed a certain spot, the girl immediately curled up in pain. Within seconds, she lost consciousness.
Melody quickly lifted the girl’s hand and examined her fingers, noticing that her nails had turned a frightening shade of blue-purple.
The mother was panicked. She knelt beside her daughter and asked Melody, “Doctor, what is wrong with my daughter?”
Having figured out the situation, Melody calmly replied, “Don’t worry. Your daughter has cold-induced symptoms and poor circulation. I’ll treat her now, and once she’s feeling a bit better, you can take her to a nearby traditional medicine clinic to get some herbal medicine.”
The girl’s condition was similar to that of Mr. Yager, whom Melody had treated in Sky City. The girl’s sickness was induced by coldness, while Mr. Yager had a heatstroke. Both had severe symptoms.
The mother asked, “Is this illness not serious?”
Melody explained, “Not really. If treated properly, she’ll recover in about ten minutes. However, if left untreated, it could be life-threatening.”
The mother nodded repeatedly, pleading, “Please… please treat my daughter quickly. Our family will be forever grateful to you!”
Melody nodded and looked around, her gaze quickly falling on a stone by the roadside.
She gestured for the death warrior to bring it over. After rubbing it between her hands, she lifted the girl’s shirt and began gently scraping her abdomen with the flat stone.
Within a few strokes, the skin where the stone touched turned a dark red. Over the next few minutes, several areas on the girl’s abdomen, the back of her neck, and her shoulders developed similar dark red marks.
At that moment, the little girl finally regained consciousness.
Her mother, overwhelmed with joy, cried as she asked, “Sweetheart, are you okay? Does your stomach still hurt? Is there anywhere else that feels uncomfortable?”
The girl was still weak but more alert. She shook her head and said, “I’m not uncomfortable anymore, Mom. My stomach doesn’t hurt, and my head doesn’t hurt either.”
“Amazing!” The mother, holding her daughter, thanked Melody profusely. “You are a miracle worker, thank you!”
Melody shook his head and said, “This is not a difficult illness to treat. It’s just that you have never encountered it before. If it happens again, use my method to alleviate the symptoms…”
The mother nodded enthusiastically. The little girl showed her gratitude and said, “Thank you.”
Melody smiled and gently ruffled the girl’s hair. Suddenly, she remembered something important.
This mother and daughter only had about sixty dollars, which likely wouldn’t be enough to buy the necessary medicine.
With that in mind, Melody took a pen and paper from her bag. She wrote down a prescription and an address, which she handed to the mother. “I’ve prescribed for her. Take it to this address. The clinic is mine. The herbs there are affordable, and they’ll also help prepare the medicine for you. Once it’s ready, she can take it immediately.”
The mother quickly thanked her again.
Melody nodded and said, “You should go get the medicine now. I have to get going.”
“Thank you! Thank you so much!”
With the sound of the mother’s gratitude behind her, Melody turned and walked away.
On the way to Owen’s place, she called David.
“A mother and daughter will come by soon to pick up a prescription wrote. Make sure to give them a good discount, and if you can, find a way to waive the cost without making it obvious. Just put the cost on my tab,” Melody instructed.
On the other end, David quickly agreed.
After ending the call, Melody noticed an elderly woman walking in the same direction as her. The old lady smiled warmly at her.
“You have a kind heart, young lady. You will be blessed,” the old woman said.
Melody, slightly taken aback, offered her thanks. “Thank you, I appreciate your kind words.”
The elderly woman smiled again and headed toward a nearby shop selling coffee beans. Melody didn’t dwell on the encounter and soon arrived at Owen’s residence.
The death warrior quietly reminded her, “Miss Fox, you’re twenty minutes late.”
“I know,” Melody replied, then asked in a low voice, “Are there any suspicious individuals around?”
“None. While you were treating that girl, I discreetly checked the area with the others and found no trace of Ulric’s men.”
“That’s strange…”
Ulric should have stationed someone to keep an eye on Owen to prevent him from switching sides back to Ken. But then she quickly reasoned it out.
For all his cruelty and cunning, Ulric had a fatal flaw. It was his arrogance.
With Ken having been away from the Swanson Group for some time and seemingly in a passive position, Ulric likely believed Ken could not return to the headquarters for now. Hence, he pulled back his surveillance on Owen.
Another possibility crossed Melody’s mind. Ulric might have orchestrated the illness of Owen’s daughter, knowing she was his only vulnerability. He believed that no one on Ken’s side could cure her, so he didn’t need to keep watching Owen.
Regardless of the reason, Melody was determined not to leave empty-handed today.
Steeling herself, she walked up to the door. As she entered, a servant immediately approached, asking, “Are you the doctor Mr. Nathan hired, Dr. Wilona Knowles?”
Melody, now very accustomed to this alias, nodded without hesitation. “Yes, that’s me.”
The servant’s smile grew more respectful. Leading the way, they explained, “Mr. Nathan has been waiting for you. He even asked me to check if you had arrived.”
“Apologies. I was delayed by something on the way,” Melody said.
The servant quickly waved their hand. “No, I didn’t mean to blame you. Please don’t misunderstand.”
Melody smiled. “I understand.”
Though her smile was polite, her presence was so commanding that the servant dared not look her in the eye or say anything further. The servant feared they might say something else that could be misinterpreted. They silently led the way up to the third floor of the villa.
The servant stopped before a pink door, about to knock when an elderly voice from inside called out.
“The doctor you invited is almost half an hour late and is still not here. If she’s this unpunctual, her medical skills must be mediocre! We don’t need to wait for her. Dr. Baxter, go ahead and start the treatment! If that doctor does show up, I’ll send her away!”
‘Dr. Baxter…’
Melody raised an eyebrow, realizing now why Cason had headed toward Owen’s home. It turned out that Cason had been invited by Owen’s father, Albert Nathan.
Melody thought, ‘What a small world!