Return of the Lost Heiress

Chapter 3

“Boss, you really do have a discerning eye! I’ll prepare the money to pay the Yardwood family now!”

Wynter’s gaze remained indifferent as she said, “No rush. I’ll head to bed first and deal with ittomorrow.”

Apart from making money, Wynter’s biggest interest was treating various complicated

diseases.

Cases like the one from the Yardwood family were quite good. In fact, she was the only one who couldcalmly face the arrival of the Yardwood family in Southville.

Looking around now, all the prestigious families of Southville were in a hurry. Even families like theYates family were busy making connections just to get an invitation from the Yardwood family.

Rumors were circulating even in the regular resident’s circles, making this month particularly lively inSouthville.

First, the richest man in Kingbourne was looking for his granddaughter, and now the Yardwood familyhad come for medical consultations.

Rumors had it that the legendary divine doctor, known as “Dr. Miracle,” had appeared in Southville,which prompted the Yardwood family’s visit.

There were many rumors about this “Dr. Miracle,” but it was difficult to distinguish between truth andfalsehood.

With the Yardwood family’s invitation, this “Dr. Miracle” might actually appear...

The next day, in the retired courtyard, Wynter still woke up late. Like any working person, she wasreluctant to leave her refreshing little house and soft bed on a hot morning.

However, she had to earn money.

After washing her face, she went out with just a bag and without makeup. She grabbed a public bike toavoid traffic during the morning rush hour.

“Hello, Wynter. Heading out?”

“Umm... Yeah.”

Everyone whom she passed greeted her. Wynter took a hotdog that Jacob gave her. She movedforward without a care. In no time, she blended into the traffic flow.

Indeed, those who experienced a loss of position and influence often faced indignity afterward. Wynterraised her l*ps slightly.

Wynter believed that treating an illness depended on fate, and she would not treat those who onlysought personal gain.

Today, she would skip this consultation.

Pulling out her phone, Wynter was about to send a rejection message.

Suddenly, a scream came from the other side of the road.

“Oh no, someone fainted!”

In an instant, many people rushed over.

“Oh my God! It’s a child!”

“His face is so pale...”

Hearing the commotion, Wynter didn’t hesitate. She stopped the bike and walked quickly toward thecrowd.

The little boy lying on the ground was only three or four years old. His forehead was wet as if he hadsweated a lot.

Someone grabbed a person in a white coat and said, “Young man, you’re a doctor, right? Quickly savethis child!”

“No, I can’t do so, ma’am. The family is not here, and I dare not take the initiative.” The person in thewhite coat shook his head, showing disdain. “Besides, I don’t treat just anyone.

Upon seeing this, Wynter directly pushed through the crowd. Her voice was clear, and her tone wasprofessional as she said, “Please make way. Keep the airway open. The patient needs ventilation tocool down.”

Perhaps it was her unquestionable presence, as the onlookers, after hearing her words, surprisingly didnot question her.

When Wynter squatted down, her fingers reached for the child’s neck.

The nearby lady, Patricia, became a bit anxious and asked, “Little girl, you’re quite young. Can you doit?”@@@@