Under the heiress facade

Hera slowly put on her gloves and said, "Go behind the curtain and lay down. Then remove your clothes."

Half an hour later, the woman's face was noticeably rosier than before when she emerged from the consultation room.

The other patients saw her and asked, "How did it go?"

The woman gave a thumbs up and said, "I wrongly accused the young lady earlier. Her medical skills are indeed superb! It's way better than the treatments at Reinland. The pain in my stomach was gone after just a few needles insertion."

The other patients felt much more reassured when they heard this.

"Mrs. Abbot, your medicine's being prepared. You may have a walk in the nearby streets and return an hour later to take it. You may also wait here if you want," a nurse reminded the woman.

"Can I bring it home and prepare it myself?" the woman, known as Mrs. Abbot asked.

"Sorry. In order to prevent our prescriptions from being leaked and misused, and to ensure patients' quick recovery, our clinic doesn't allow that. We'll prepare it for you, and you can come to take it on time," the nurse explained.

Although she found it inconvenient, the woman had to compromise since she had witnessed the effectiveness of Hera's treatment.

"Alright. I'll wait here."

with the last patient of the morning

men forced their way into the clinic,

indicating that he was a brash man from a rich family. One of the nurses recognized him as Nicholas Sanderson,

appointment? If

just his type.

ass! Where's Dr. Youngworth? Get

in the

Hera's eyes darkened.

is not here today. What do you need? You can

the

hiding because she made

Stop damaging the

feeling distressed, looking at

her hand and said, "It's just a mahogany chair. Mr. Sanderson can

collected demeanor made Nicholas feel like he was punching a pillow. But the more calm she was, the more he wanted to

to give me an explanation today, or I'll tear this