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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When they saw Lucille and Master Walton inside, they said cautiously. "Um, we are from the neighboring village. We heard that patients are being treated

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and Master Walton continued treating patients

like headaches and a fever. There were also those

with large

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

entirety of Talford Village. The nearby villagers also came to get free treatment for

gifts.

are some lemons I planted myself, Miss. They're very tasty. Here you

I picked from the mountain this morning, Miss. It has been washed and is very sweet. It is unique to

by a group

front of her were practically piled up into a small mountain. There were

Lucille's face. Patiently and gently, she said, "You 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

a moment when there were no patients to sit under the shade

rest.

inadvertently raised her head to glance around. On the balcony on the second floor, Joseph was leaning against the railing leisurely. His seductive eyes were staring at her without blinking. There was a hint of teasing on his

been working

was poking

picked up a wild fruit from the basket and threw it at him. She raised her eyebrows

his hand, and the small fruit

Since it had been washed, the color

a second and then tried to take

the usually distinguished Joseph was actually eating the wild fruit,