Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss! by Nora Hoover

Chapter 148 Not a Conventional Medicine

"Understood, I'll get right on it, Sir." Sadie hurriedly rushed out, barefoot! Then turned back to grab her shoes, giggling foolishly at Micah. Earning money, what joy!

Watching her receding figure, Micah's lips curled into a derisive sneer, thinking just how greedy this woman was!

Sadie reported to Chloe, put on her shoes, and rushed home.

As soon as she entered, she called out, "Brenda, do we still have that medicine you gave Coco last time?"

"What medicine?" Brenda didn't catch on immediately.

"I won't take it, I won't take it," Coco shouted from its cage.

"Be quiet," Sadie snapped at Coco and explained to Brenda, "It's the green medicine that made Coco pass the microchip as soon as it drank it last time..."

"There's about half a bottle left, why? Are you constipated?"

"No, a senior colleague at the company needs it. Can you find the medicine for me, and also prepare a pot of barely touched tuna, some sandwiches, cheese bread, then buy a fruit basket? I want to take them to the hospital to visit a patient," Sadie explained.

Brenda nodded.

to her room to spend some

in the afternoon, Brenda had finished preparing everything, including finding the

took the items and rushed

"One Drink, All Clear" written on the medicine

was the same hospital

without requiring patients or their families to go through any cumbersome procedures. Each patient is assigned their

exceptionally good, as is the quality

at the entrance for Sadie, leading her to find Mr.

man lay alone in the luxurious ward, his eyes dull as they stared blankly at the

two days, Mr. Wood had become nothing more than skin and bones,

to approach with the medicine, was met with a sudden outburst, "Get away,

choice, the nurse stepped back and, shaking her head, said to Dahlia, "We're really out of options here;

Wood has already taken five doses

mysterious smile, "I've tested it myself!" Dahlia blinked, "Professional judgment tells me this isn't exactly

his temper,

asked,

I might have lost my

it. This is the lunch I've brought for you. Please give

"I haven't had a proper meal in two days. Those beasts wouldn't feed me, only made me drink

of barely touched tuna, "It's hand-made by my good friend, a favorite of mine