Chapter 1080


    Through the grand living room, Arabe followed Sampson to the master bedroom on the first floor.


    The moment they walked in, they were greeted by the sight of a garden that seemed to be right out of a


    fairy tale, visible through therge floor-to-ceiling windows.


    The room was set up as a cozy tea room, with a walk-in closet and an expansive bathroom beyond,


    and only then did they reach the bedroom.


    On the spacious luxurious bedy a kind elderly woman, with various medical devices by her side


    providing real-time updates on her health.


    A caregiver and a servant stood quietly nearby. On seeing visitors, they stood up and bowed


    respectfully.


    “This is the famous doctor we''ve invited,” Sampson introduced Arabe, ncing at the two women,


    "Tell her about any recent changes in Old Mrs. Griffith''s condition."


    "Yes,’ the servants replied, showing great respect for Sampson. They turned to Arabe and in unison


    called out, “Professor."


    “Just call me Arabe, she said, sitting down to hear their report. Her delicate fair fingers reached out to


    take Old Mrs. Griffith''s pulse.


    Mark held his breath in anticipation of his teacher''s verdict.


    Sampson watched her too, his emotions slightly tense.


    He had never expected that he would be able to invite Dr. Bell.


    Previously, people said that Dr. Bell was elusive, and getting her to treat a patient was as difficult as


    climbing to heaven.


    Arabe always maintained a calm demeanor. After carefully taking the pulse, she said softly, "It''s not a


    big deal."


    Sampson and Mark breathed a sigh of relief, their faces lighting up with joy.


    The caregiver at the side was a bit surprised. Many experts had been helpless in the face of the Lady''s


    illness, including Mark, who was known as a miracle doctor.


    Arabe was the first to say that it wasn''t a big deal.


    She looked to be only in her teens, and if it weren''t for her cool aura and confident demeanor, one


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    might suspect her of being a quack.


    But, if she were a quack, how would she dare to deceive in front of Sampson?


    All she could say was that the girl was very capable.


    “We need to use multiple drugs.” Arabe asked for pen and paper and wrote down three prescriptions,


    "These are the medicines that need to be made in the first three days. I''ve noted the order, method,


    and duration. Just follow my instructions."


    The servant quickly took the prescriptions and showed them to Sampson.


    Sampson, seeing the vigorous and bold handwriting on the prescription, felt a strange sense of


    familiarity, as if he had seen it somewhere.


    He hadn''t expected the girl''s handwriting to be as extraordinary as her person, so refreshing and


    elegant.


    "Do as she says." Sampson handed the prescriptions to the caregiver, havingplete faith in the


    medications prescribed by Arabe.


    Mark quickly leaned in to see the contents. Having studied medicine himself, he was amazed at the


    first prescription alone and praised it profusely.


    “Genius! Why didn''t I think ofbining these!" Mark marveled, utterly admiring, "The prescriptions


    from Professor not only make the medicine work best but are also very gentle for the patient. Unlike the


    medicines I prescribed earlier, which caused side effects."


    He knew at the time that Old Mrs. Griffith would feel chest tightness and bitterness in her mouth, and


    would easily fatigue after taking his medication, but there was no better alternative.


    He had also obtained Sampson''s approval at the time and, out of desperation, used those medicines to


    temporarily keep Old Mrs. Griffith alive.


    Later, when a bus rear-ended them, Arabe happened to lend a hand and pointed out the side effects


    of those medicines on Old Mrs. Griffith. He didn''t dare to continue giving them to her and immediately


    stopped.


    But afterward, he couldn''t find a better substitute.


    Luckily, he found Arabe, who had time to drop by.


    Now that he saw Arabe''s prescriptions, he realized that his own skills were simply inferior.


    It seemed that he still had a long way to go in medicine.


    “This is the medicine for the first three days. For the following prescriptions, I will prescribe ording to


    Old Mrs. Griffith''s physical condition and symptoms, Arabe said.