My Weak Wife Is a Real Goddess

Our House

"I... I just made some small renovations to the house."

Renovations?

That wasn't a big deal. Lucille didn't think too much about it and casually said, "It's our house. As long as you like it, you can do whatever you want." After that, Lucille hung up.

At that moment, Madam Grant called out, "It's time to eat, Miss

Lucille!"

"Coming."

Lucille put away her computer and cell phone and walked

down the stairs.

After lunch, Lucille lay down in the yard, basking in the sun.

Master Walton sat on a small stool and sighed. "Why don't we go back tomorrow, Miss Bambo? I'm so bored. I can't stay here any longer."

Lucille glanced at him and asked with a faint smile, "How many patients have you guys treated?"

"Zero."

Master Walton shook his head. "There hasn't been a single one from the first day until now."

Even though the banner for the charity clinic on the side of the

simple house was very eye-catching, the villagers never stepped in.

As for the reason, it was because everyone was shocked by how the students were partying the first night that they arrived. The villagers were not at all willing to let a bunch of untrained doctors treat them. Therefore, the charity clinic was deserted.

Thinking of that, Master Walton couldn't help but complain. "Early this morning, I saw Samuel taking his sister, Joanne, and other students to look for a place to take photos. They were all taking pictures! They even wanted to take me with them. It's disgusting." Lucille was not surprised at all.

Samuel was indeed capable of doing something like that.

He wanted to act like he was doing charity, so he had come there to take photos. It didn't matter whether he was acting or not. As long as he went back and asked the public relations team to make some announcements, Samuel's purpose would be achieved. Unfortunately, Master Walton had gone with the genuine purpose of giving patients free treatment. However, it ended up being useless.

Lucille closed her eyes and enjoyed the cool breeze.

"In that case, let's go back tomorrow..."

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treat them!"

opened her eyes, looking

"Hm?"

all saying the same thing. They even tried going to the simple house at the entrance of the village to look for you, Lucille. I told them

Walton ran over and saw a dozen

ages

of Madam Grant's yard. When they saw Lucille and Master Walton inside, they said cautiously. "Um, we are from the neighboring village. We heard that patients are being

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Small Problems

the next few days, Lucille and Master Walton continued treating patients

came to see them, there were those with small problems like headaches and a fever. There

women with large

in Lucille and Master Walton's medical skills. There were even two twins with a rare disease who came to see them. Their parents didn't have much hope, but Lucille stated, "They can be cured." She

also

gifts.

planted myself, Miss. They're very tasty.

washed and is very sweet. It is unique to Talford Village. You

surrounded by a group

bamboo baskets in front of her were practically piled up into a small mountain. There were all kinds of things inside, such as eggs and mushrooms, as well as bound chickens, ducks, and

don't have to thank me. Please take these things back, everyone. We really can't finish them." However, no one listened to her. More villagers put down their baskets and ran away at a high

advantage of a moment when there were no patients to

rest.

floor, Joseph was leaning against the railing leisurely. His seductive

been working hard,

he was poking

a wild fruit from the basket and threw it at

and the small fruit

red. Since it had been washed, the color

hesitated for a second and then tried to

entire time. When she saw that the usually distinguished Joseph was actually eating the wild fruit, she was a little surprised. She could not help but ask, "Is