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Chapter 14: Genius Doctor Helps People in Need
“Indeed, Mr. Yates. They specifically asked for Wynter and want to know where she is now,” Glen Clark, the butler who had driven Wynter out on the first day, reported.
Ewan, still irritated by the memory of the shabby scooter that had carried Dom earlier, grumbled, “No wonder they refused the money earlier. They probably thought it was too little and were hoping to extract more from us!”
“These folks have no shame!” Glen growled, already ready to take action. “I’ll kick them out. Dealing with freeloaders is my specialty!”
Ewan paused for a moment before responding, “Let’s not make it too unsightly. The Yates family has its reputation to uphold.”
“Rest assured. I understand,” Glen replied, his tone firm.
After hanging up, Ewan returned to the banquet, his thoughts turning toward the alliance with the Gibson family. With their stellar reputation in the medical field, the Yates family would gain access to the Yarwood family—a significant boost for his business and social standing.
At such a pivotal moment in his career, he couldn’t afford to waste time dealing with Wynter. It was ridiculous to even think about it.
Little did Ewan know, not personally checking on Dom, who had come to find someone, would become one of the biggest regrets of his life.
Later that evening at the Harmony Community, Wynter was already knee-deep in her free medical consultation, with a steady stream of people coming for her assistance. She barely had time to sip some water.
Her phone, however, was buzzing non-stop.
When Wynter opened the messages, she found a stack of notifications:
“Boss, why did you decline the Yarwood family’s case?”
“Boss, I told my family you’d come.”
“Boss, is everything okay?”
“Boss…”
Annoyed by the constant interruptions, Wynter freed up one hand to respond. “I went there, but the security guard wouldn’t let me in.”
“Security guard?” Abel Lopez, the young master of the Lopez family, couldn’t believe that a mere security guard could have thwarted such an important matter. Humbling himself, he pleaded, “Boss, where are you? I’ll drive over to pick you up!”
“No need. I’m at the clinic. It’s inconvenient to leave,” Wynter replied, taking another sip of water.
Abel paced anxiously. “Boss, for the sake of our relationship, please come again. I beg you.”
Wynter shook her head slightly, typing out a final message. “Abel, you know my principles. I don’t treat those who seek profit.” She switched off her phone with a small sigh.
Turning her attention back to Gavin Colt, the elderly man waiting for treatment, Wynter smiled warmly. “What seems to be the problem?”
“My arm. I can’t raise it,” Gavin replied, his face marked by the strain of long-term discomfort. It was clear he wasn’t from the city—his worn clothes gave away his county roots.
Wynter nodded, used to helping people from all walks of life. The residents of the community were already accustomed to her Sunday clinics, where she provided free medical consultations, no matter the background of the patient.
She carefully examined Gavin’s arm, palpating his shoulder. “You caught a chill, and your bones seem a bit porous. Sleeping in the same position for too long can cause this. You should avoid high pillows and try to move around more.”
“Is that all? No X-rays or surgeries?” Gavin’s eyes widened in disbelief.
“For minor issues, there’s no need for surgery,” Wynter chuckled, her confidence unwavering. “Extend your arm.”
Gavin hesitated but followed her instructions. Wynter applied gentle pressure to a specific point on his arm, guiding it upward. Within moments, Gavin could move his arm more freely.
“Try it now.”
Gavin’s eyes widened as he lifted his arm with ease. “It’s better! It’s really better!” he exclaimed, disbelief turning into joy. He waved his arm around, testing its newfound mobility. “I can lift it now!”
The people in the community, who had witnessed Wynter’s skills before, weren’t surprised by this miracle. They had long recognized her as the genius doctor who treated everyone with compassion and skill.
Gavin, overcome with emotion, grasped Wynter’s hand tightly. “Doctor, thank you! I’ve been to many big hospitals, and even Madam Gibson said I needed surgery to fix my arm. Being from a small town, we don’t have much money. I thought if it didn’t work out today, I’d give up on treatment. Thank goodness I met you! You’re an angel saving the suffering!”
Wynter smiled softly, brushing off his praise with grace. “I’m just doing what I can. Take care of yourself and follow the advice I gave. You’ll be fine.”
As Gavin thanked her again, the word of Wynter’s miraculous healing powers began to spread through the community. What seemed like a simple consultation had now turned into a life-changing moment for someone who had long suffered without hope.
Her reputation as a genius doctor was no longer just a whisper among the people of Southdale—it was a reality.
