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Chapter 42: Treating The Stomach
“Dr. Lopez,” Wynter’s voice was steady.
Dr. Lopez straightened, immediately attentive. “I’m here.”
“Do you know how to prepare herbs and boil water?” Wynter gestured towards the medicine cabinet.
Dr. Lopez nodded. “I do, but I’m a bit slow.”
“Prepare jujube, Poria, and fried Atractylodes. Keep them ready,” Wynter instructed, glancing to the side. “If someone comes for a massage, let me know.”
Dr. Lopez raised an eyebrow. Was he really being asked to do this, despite his position as a lead surgeon?
Wynter flashed him a smile. “Don’t want to do it?”
Dr. Lopez shrugged, rolling up his sleeves. “My pleasure.” He was here to learn from her, so acting as a receptionist wasn’t an issue.
With the instructions given, Wynter led Dalton into the treatment room. The room had a soft couch at its center. As soon as Dalton stepped inside, the scent of mugwort reached his nose.
Looking closely, Dalton noticed that beneath the couch, there seemed to be something more—a subtle connection to an outdoor fireplace. The setup resembled old hearths in countryside homes from the ’80s and ’90s but with a modern twist. Beneath the couch lay a layer of mugwort, separated by a light purple gauze.
“Take off your clothes,” Wynter said, opening her first aid kit and casually picking up a wooden hairpin to tie up her long, waist-length hair. “Lie down.”
What? Was she asking him to undress? And lie down?
Ethan, who had been carrying a wooden bucket, looked conflicted. Dalton had never let anyone touch him since he was a child. He did everything himself, and the staff kept their distance. Even when abroad, he stayed in his own estates, away from prying eyes.
And now, here he was, being asked by Dr. Genius to undress and lie down in a medicine store?
Ethan couldn’t help but worry. He was sure Dr. Genius was unaware of the risk she was taking by treating Dalton like this.
Wynter, however, seemed unconcerned. She continued to prepare the herbal concoction.
Dalton, standing by the soft couch, raised an eyebrow, his expression darkening. “Are you sure you want me to take off my clothes here?”
Wynter turned up the heat and smiled, a slight twinkle in her eye. “This is the best place for your treatment. The gauze on the couch is sterilized, so it’s clean.”
Dalton didn’t move, his gaze fixed on her.
“You don’t have to be shy,” Wynter added, dipping her hands into the concoction. She spoke with a professional tone. “No one will come in.”
Ethan, standing at the doorway, looked unsure. Had Dr. Genius forgotten that she was a woman? He couldn’t imagine Mr. Yarwood agreeing to this.
But then, to Ethan’s shock, Dalton laughed softly and began to take off his coat.
Ethan froze in place, wide-eyed.
Wynter glanced back at Dalton, her voice still calm. “Take off your shirt, too.”
Dalton hesitated for a moment, then nodded. His eyes darkened as he undid the second button of his shirt, glancing to the side as he did.
Ethan felt an icy chill down his spine and quickly left the room, sensing it was better to give them privacy.
Once it was only the two of them, Dalton removed his shirt and lay down on the soft couch. His black trousers and toned muscles made him appear both lean and sturdy under the dim lighting. His dark hair fell over his forehead, adding a dangerous air to his presence.
No one would believe he was a chronically ill patient. He looked more like a man in charge.
Wynter gave him a faint smile before placing her hand directly on his stomach.
Dalton narrowed his eyes, raising an eyebrow.
“Relax,” she said, her tone gentle yet professional. “I’m treating your stomach.”
She placed her hand on his stomach, centering on the navel, and began to gently rub in a clockwise direction.
