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Chapter 40: Dr. Genius Was Born In A Poor Family
The medicine store looked much better on the inside than the outside.
Initially, Ethan had been worried that the place might be too dirty for Dalton to get treated, but as he stepped inside, he was surprised by how clean and neat it was. The store had an old-fashioned layout, with wooden cabinets in the middle, making it resemble an old house in Kingbourne, like a pharmacy from a bygone era.
Dalton scanned the room, his gaze lingering on a painting hanging on the wall. He casually played with the beads on his wrist, lost in thought.
Noticing this, Wynter walked over to him and explained, “It’s a replica.”
Dalton raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in his eyes. “But could it be real?”
Wynter smiled. “What if it is?”
Dalton didn’t reply, his eyes still fixed on the painting. His expression darkened as he examined it more closely. The painting, Nude, Green Leaves and Bust, captured the essence of Marie’s youth and beauty, her tangled, sleeping pose adding to the deep emotion Picasso had poured into it. If Dalton hadn’t known the real Nude, Green Leaves and Bust was owned by an overseas collector, he might have thought this painting was the genuine article.
Dr. Lopez, clearly intrigued, commented, “Opening a foot massage shop like this in a modern city—what an idea!”
Wynter quickly corrected him. “Medicine store.”
Dr. Lopez, not missing a beat, adjusted, “Ah, this medicine store is quite something!”
Just then, a soft voice interrupted them. “Wynter, is that you?”
Margaret walked out from a back room, using her cane for support. She was surprised to see so many people but smiled warmly. “Are all of you Wynter’s friends?”
Ethan, ever quick to respond, said with a grin, “Yes, friends!”
Margaret nodded in acknowledgment, then her gaze fell on Dalton. “And this gentleman too?”
Wynter hesitated for a moment before Dalton nodded, his tone polite. “Yes.”
Margaret raised an eyebrow and jokingly added, “Wynter, you have so many friends, but you didn’t even tell Grandma. I could’ve had Wolf buy more ingredients and prepare a nice meal for everyone.”
Wynter quickly moved to help Margaret into a wheelchair. “Grandma, they’re not here for a meal. My friend isn’t feeling well, so I brought him here for some moxibustion.”
As an experienced doctor, Margaret could tell a lot from Dalton’s complexion. She gave Wynter a knowing look. “Wynter, your friend—he’s just feeling unwell?”
“Just unwell,” Wynter’s eyes twinkled with a hint of mischief.
Margaret studied Dalton for a moment. “He has a weak spleen and slow digestion. I’ll give him a massage. Don’t worry, Grandma, I won’t do anything reckless.”
Margaret smiled gently and patted Wynter’s hand. “You must remember Grandma’s words.”
Wynter nodded. “I remember. For minor ailments, we do massages. If there’s a serious problem, we don’t prescribe medicines or do massages. We send them to the hospital across the street. Our medicine store doesn’t treat serious illnesses.”
Wynter gave her grandmother a soft smile.
Though Wynter didn’t remember much of her past, one thing she did recall was Wanda’s whisper when she had just woken up. Wanda had told her that Margaret had once caused a patient’s death and warned her to stay away from the medicine store. This memory had always weighed heavily on Margaret’s mind, and since Wynter started getting involved with the medicine store, Margaret had been concerned. She feared that another accident might occur.
Wynter lowered her gaze, feeling that the situation wasn’t as simple as it seemed. It had been a long time since that incident, but she knew she needed to find the right opportunity to investigate further.
Margaret, unaware of Wynter’s deeper thoughts, believed her granddaughter had simply gotten distracted. She gently touched Wynter’s hair and smiled warmly. “My granddaughter is such a good girl.”
Wynter bent down a little to let Margaret touch her hair, looking obedient and serene.
Watching this, Dr. Lopez was stunned. Was this really the same Dr. Genius who usually looked at everyone with such seriousness?
Ethan, too, looked concerned, his gaze flickering from Margaret to Wynter. “Sir, her grandma’s leg…”
