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Chapter 80: Reopen Empathy Clinic
“Wynter!” Margaret’s voice interrupted the calm evening. She smiled and added, “Ask Wolf to bring some more water to soak Susan’s feet.”
Wynter, who had been deep in thought, quickly retracted her hand. “Okay.” She’d temporarily set aside the matter with Wolf. There was no rush after all. As long as she continued using herbal medicine, no one would suspect anything out of the ordinary.
The evening progressed, and the delightful aroma of dinner filled the alley. It was clear that today was one of Margaret’s happiest days. She wore her reading glasses and massaged her neighbor’s shoulder with the same care she gave to her patients. As long as the person felt better, she would giggle with joy.
Wynter raised an eyebrow at the scene, observing how her grandmother still had so much energy in her care for others. Once Susan and the others left, Wynter turned to Margaret with a serious yet casual tone. “Grandma, let’s reopen the Empathy Clinic.”
Margaret froze, her hands pausing mid-massage. “Why are you mentioning that suddenly?”
“Is it sudden?” Wynter responded with a shrug, as if it had been on her mind for a while. “Grandma, I’m planning to take the correspondence college entrance examination. I need some practical experience and a background. Otherwise, people will look down on me when I go to the city in the future.”
Wolf, who had been quietly listening, widened his eyes, clearly shocked by Wynter’s words.
Wynter shot him a glare, silencing him. “Wolf, the toast is ready. Go and eat it.”
He grinned and obeyed, eagerly munching on the toast that had a special topping of truffles.
Margaret pondered for a moment, the gears turning in her mind. Finally, she nodded slowly. “Well, you’re right. You need to take the college entrance examination seriously.”
Wynter smiled at the approval. “I’ll watch you while you do medical consultations. That’s the best way to learn.”
Margaret smiled back, clearly pleased by Wynter’s determination. “You’re right, but also…”
Wynter pointed at Wolf, who was still happily eating his toast. “Wolf eats a lot. We’ll need to make more money to afford raising him.”
Wolf’s ears perked up, and he wagged his tail slightly as if to say yes, please, more food.
Margaret’s mind wandered a little further, and she suddenly asked, “Wynter, you went to the Yarwoods today. Did something happen?”
Wynter didn’t hesitate in telling her the truth. “Yes. During the medical consultation, the police broke into the Yarwood manor and took the Gibsons away. It looked pretty serious.”
“They arrested the Gibsons in public?” Margaret leaned on her cane, surprise in her eyes. “None of you received any warning?”
Wynter shook her head. “No. We had no idea.”
She looked thoughtful for a moment. “I wonder who could have brought down the Gibsons so completely in one go.”
Wolf, who had been watching the conversation closely, grinned mischievously and pointed at himself with a seriousness that seemed almost too comical for his age.
Margaret couldn’t help but laugh. “You? Stop joking! Hahaha, how could a child like you take down the Gibsons? Don’t make me laugh!”
Wolf tilted his head, his frown deepening as he looked at Wynter, silently asking why Margaret didn’t believe him.
Wynter didn’t respond immediately but flicked Wolf’s forehead playfully. “Sit back.”
Wolf pouted but obeyed, though the look of indignation in his eyes didn’t quite go away.
Margaret continued to laugh. “Are you angry? Okay, it was my fault. I’m sure you did it. You’re so amazing!”
Wolf raised his brows and made it clear with his look that he didn’t buy it.
Margaret’s gaze then landed on the wooden box that Wynter had brought back from the Yarwoods. She sighed. “The Gibsons have been acting far too recklessly in Southdale over the years, even taking lives without regard. I guess God finally saw their crimes and decided to punish them.”
Wolf turned away, snorting under his breath. It’s me who punished them, he seemed to think to himself.
Wynter, however, straightened her face and gave him a quick warning glance. Then, she nodded in agreement with Margaret. “You’re right.”
Margaret, still smiling at the antics between Wynter and Wolf, seemed to have no idea about the secret signals being exchanged between them. She simply gave a helpless and doting smile.
Her voice softened as she turned back to the topic at hand. “Wynter, you can take note of the pros and cons in other industries. But you can’t do that in the medical field. We’re dealing with patients—people with lives at stake. A casual diagnosis could end up changing a person’s life forever.”
Wynter met Margaret’s gaze, her expression serious now. “I understand, Grandma. That’s why I want to be careful and learn as much as I can before I step into it.”
Margaret nodded approvingly. “Good. Just remember that, no matter what, a doctor’s responsibility is to their patients above all else.”
Wynter’s mind was already made up. Reopening the Empathy Clinic was her first step. She knew the road ahead wouldn’t be easy, but it was one she was ready to walk—starting with gaining the experience she needed to build a solid foundation for her future.
