Chapter 14

“Indeed, Mr. Yates. They asked specifically for Wynter and want to know where she is now,” said GlenClark, the butler who had driven Wynter out on the first day.

Ewan, feeling irritated at the memory of the shabby scooter, grumbled, “No wonder they refused themoney earlier. Probably thought it was too little and wanted to get more benefits from us!”

“These folks have no shame!” Glen growled. “I’ll kick them out. Dealing with these freeloaders is myspecialty!”

Ewan considered and remarked, “Let’s not make it too unsightly. The Yates family has its reputation touphold justice.”

“Rest assured. I understand,” Glen replied.

After hanging up the phone, Ewan returned to the banquet, thinking about the upcoming alliance withthe Gibson family.

With the Gibson family’s reputation in the medical field, he would surely gain access to the Yarwoodfamily, paving the way for his career advancement.

At such a critical moment, he couldn’t be bothered with dealing with Wynter. It was

ridiculous!

Not personally going back to check on Dom, who had come to find someone, would later become thebiggest regret of Mr. Yates‘ life!

In the evening, at the Harmony Community.

Wynter had already begun her free medical consultation, with a steady stream of people seekingmedical assistance. She barely had time to take a sip of water.

However, her phone had been buzzing incessantly.

When Wynter opened the messages, there was a stack of them.@@novelbin@@

“Boss, why did you decline the Yarwood family’s case?”

“Boss, I told my family you’d come.”

“Boss, is everything okay?”

“Boss…”

Annoyed by the constant interruptions, Wynter freed up a hand to reply, “I went there, but

the security guard wouldn’t let me in.”

“Security guard?” Abel Lopez, the young master of the Lopez family, couldn’t believe a mere securityguard would thwart his major issue.

Humbling himself, he pleaded, “Boss, where are you? I’ll drive over to pick you up!”

“No need. I’m at the clinic. It’s inconvenient to leave,” Wynter replied, siping water.

Abel paced anxiously. “Boss, for the sake of our relationship, please come again. I beg you.”

“Abel, you know my principles. I don’t treat those who seek profit.” Wynter messaged before switchingoff her phone screen.

Looking at Gavin Colt, the elderly man seeking treatment, Wynter focused intently. “What seems to bethe problem?”

“My arm. I can’t raise it,” replied Gavin, obviously from the county.

People knew this genius doctor treated patients regardless of their background during her Sundayclinics, offering free medical consultations.

Wynter palpated Gavin’s shoulder. “You caught a chill, and your bones seem a bit porous. Sleeping inthe same position for too long can cause this. You should avoid high pillows and try to move aroundmore.”

“Is that all? No X–rays or surgeries?” Gavin’s eyes widened in disbelief.

“For minor issues, there’s no need for surgery,” Wynter chuckled. “Extend your arm.”

Following her instructions, Gavin watched in amazement as Wynter applied pressure to a point on hisarm and lifted it upward.

Before Gavin could react, Wynter said, “Try it now.”

“It’s better! It’s really better!” Gavin waved his arm, unable to believe it. “I can lift it now!”

The people in the community had long become accustomed to Wynter’s miraculous medical skills.

Gavin’s tears welled up as he tightly grasped Wynter’s hand. “Doctor, thank you! I’ve been to many bighospitals, and even Madam Gibson said I needed surgery to fix my arm.

“Being from a small town, we don’t have much money. I thought if it didn’t work out today, I’d give up ontreatment. Thank goodness I met you! You’re an angel saving the suffering!”

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