Chapter 753


    "Three days ago, right about this time?" The middle-aged man seemed a bit puzzled and took a while


    to respond, "We were at a wedding in Oakridge City for the son of one of her good friends. At about 8


    pm when we were about to leave, her friend said she was having a st and wanted her to stick


    around for a few more sses of fruit wine, which wasn''t that strong."


    "That''s about it." Arabe exined as she treated her, "This type of drug can only be mixed with


    alcohol. If you put it in mineral water or any other drink, it''ll taste funny, and you would sniff it out. But


    when it''s mixed with alcohol, it doesn''t change the taste, and that''s when it really kicks in."


    "You''re saying her friend spiked her fruit wine?" The man was even more confused, "But that''s


    impossible. They''ve been friends for 20 years, keeping in touch all this time."


    Arabe didn''t bother specting about other people''s business. She just did what she had to do.


    "Will my wife be alright?" The man looked at the woman lying on the ground, writhing in pain, curled up.


    If he could, he''d take on all her pain.


    "I''ll detox her first." Arabe continued her treatment, "Her stomach''s taken a bit of a hit. We''ll need to


    follow up with medication. You can get the meds ording to my prescription. I''ll write it down before


    you leave."


    The man looked surprised, "Ms. Mirabelle, you''re a doctor too?"


    Who would have thought this youngdy could not only paint andpose music, but she could also


    save lives.


    What a jack of all trades!


    "For the next three days, ask her to avoid spicy food. Keep her diet light." Arabe saw that the woman


    was doing better and stopped the treatment.


    "Honey, are you feeling any better?" The man quickly helped the woman up and held her in his arms.


    "Much better. It doesn''t hurt anymore." Thedy was amazed at Arabe''s medical skills. She had been


    in excruciating pain but now felt like she''d sprung back to life, only a little weak.


    Arabe put away her tools, took out a pen and paper, and wrote down the prescription, dosage, and


    precautions.


    Looking at Arabe''s precise and forceful handwriting, the man was amazed. It suddenly hit him that


    her handwriting seemed familiar. He''d seen it somewhere.


    Earlier tonight at the warehouse, when the girl had signed for him, he''d found her handwriting familiar.


    Suddenly, it dawned on him. He had a collection of works by a famous calligrapher, and her writing was


    identical to that person''s.


    Whether it was the style or size, it was a carbon copy.


    Could it be that she was also a calligrapher?


    This thought blew his mind.


    "She should be fully recovered after taking the medication for three days." Arabe handed the


    prescription to the middle-aged man.


    The man was jolted back to reality, "Thank you so much. I really can''t thank you enough."


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    "Melody, thank God you were here." The elegantdy squeezed Arabe''s hand, her beautiful eyes


    filled with gratitude and admiration.


    Before the man could ask about Arabe''s identity, he heard his wife say, "Honey, shouldn''t you be


    thanking her?"


    "Oh, right." The man quickly took a check out of his pocket, signed it, and was about to hand it to her.


    "There''s no need. Never mind." Arabe gently looked at the beautifuldy, holding her hand tight, and


    said, "Take good rest when you get home, and try toy off coffee for a few days."


    "Why''s that?" The man was puzzled, "Is there a problem?"


    Arabe smiled slightly, "Drinking coffee at night might overstimte the nervous system and mess


    with your sleep."