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Chapter 61: Mr. Yarwood Is Very Interesting
Wynter stood, cool and composed, her eyes sharp as she addressed the room. “Yes, it’s cordyceps. When storing cordyceps, we should avoid strong light, and the temperature should not exceed 68 degrees Fahrenheit. Right now, the indoor temperature is 75.2 degrees, and there are UV rays. I put it in the bag to protect its medicinal value. Don’t the Gibsons even know this bit of basic medical knowledge?”
The room went silent for a moment, then erupted into murmurs and whispers.
George, still trying to maintain his bravado, sneered, “You’re just talking nonsense.”
“George, shut up!” Hilda snapped, her voice sharp.
George froze, his smug expression faltering as he noticed the eyes on him. His gaze flickered nervously to Hilda, and then back to the others in the room. It was clear he was starting to doubt his earlier dismissal of Wynter’s words.
“She is indeed Margaret’s apprentice,” said Howard Young, the elder of the Youngs, from his corner. He had been quiet until now, but his words carried weight. He squinted at Wynter, clearly impressed. “She does have some talent when it comes to understanding medicine.”
Felix, his grandson, who had been sitting quietly, nodded respectfully. “Yes, Grandpa.”
Nelson, who had been mostly silent up until now, spoke in his usual calm manner. “Howard, you’re exaggerating. She’s just playing tricks.”
“That’s right!” George chimed in, still trying to save face. “I just didn’t think about that! She took advantage of a loophole!”
Nelson’s earlier words had attempted to diffuse the tension, but George’s follow-up only made things worse. The room couldn’t help but chuckle at his blundering attempt to backpedal.
Hilda, mortified, buried her face in her hands. She wished she could stop her nephew from making a fool of himself, but it was too late. His outburst only made the situation worse. The laughter around them grew louder, and George’s face turned bright red with embarrassment.
“Who dares to laugh at me?” George growled, glaring around the room.
“I do.” Lydia’s cool, steady voice rang out, cutting through the tension. She raised her hand, then casually walked past George, who was left frozen in place, unsure of what to say.
But Lydia wasn’t looking at him. She walked directly to Wynter, her expression lightening with a smile.
“Our purpose in preparing these gifts was to make sure everyone enjoyed them,” Lydia said, her voice calm and clear. “But it seems some of you didn’t appreciate the gesture. I thought you all might be looking down on us.”
An uncomfortable silence filled the room, as most people stammered, trying to explain themselves.
But Lydia raised a hand, silencing them. “It doesn’t matter. Some people liked the gifts, and that’s enough. And I’d also like to thank this lady for reminding me about how to properly store cordyceps.”
She glanced around, her gaze sweeping over the aristocratic families who were now nervously avoiding her eyes. Then, she added thoughtfully, “It’s a shame my grandfather isn’t here. He would have loved to meet such an interesting lady.”
Wynter, ever composed, smiled slightly. “You’re welcome, Ms. Yarwood. It’s just the doctor’s instinct.”
Lydia’s smile deepened. “Great! We had two purposes for inviting everyone here today. One is for medical exchanges, and the other is for my brother’s health.” She glanced around the room, her eyes sharp. “It’s getting late, so I won’t keep you. Let’s head to the consulting room.”
Xavier, who had been confused from the start, raised his hand. “What do you mean? Are we supposed to treat patients now? I don’t even know how to do that!”
Lydia tapped her fingers lightly on the table, her expression unbothered. “There are three special patients in the Yarwoods’ family, each with different symptoms. Everyone will head to the second floor and diagnose the patients according to your queue numbers.”
Charlie, who had been quiet until now, furrowed his brow. “Aren’t we here to treat Mr. Yarwood? Why are the patients suddenly different?”
Lydia turned her cold gaze on him, her smile never fading. “Do you think you can meet my brother as easily as you wish?”
Charlie, momentarily stunned, could only mutter under his breath, his pride wounded. “I—”
Lydia’s tone softened, but her words carried an underlying sharpness. “My brother has always had a good eye for picking doctors. He’s a bit of a clean freak. And he also likes good-looking people. I trust you’ll understand that.”
Wynter raised an eyebrow at Lydia’s words. The mention of her brother piqued her curiosity. Whoever he was, he certainly seemed to have a very interesting approach to medicine—and to life.
Wynter couldn’t help but smile to herself. The third son of the Yarwoods really is an intriguing character.
