A Rose 251
A Rose 251
“Aunt Yara’s condition was already quite bad!”
Before Yasmin could say more, the others noticed Yara’s originally pale face gradually regaining color, improving significantly.
Seeing Yara’s condition improving, Irwin exclaimed excitedly, “Yvie, thank goodness we have you!”
Yvette wiped the beads of sweat from her forehead, her eyes showing a hint of fatigue.
Administering that set of acupuncture treatments had taken a huge physical and mental toll on her. But Yara’s situation was urgent, so she had no choice but to use this method to save her life.
However, this only stabilized Yara’s condition for now. To treat the root cause of her illness, they still needed to figure out why she had suddenly fainted and vomited blood. This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.
Yasmin felt like she had been slapped in the face, the sting making her uncomfortable.
How could this happen? Yvette actually managed to treat Yara? Impossible!
Yasmin dismissed the thought. The two medicines should clash. She was sure that she had used a high dosage of the Centella.
Even Gideon might not be able to cure her, let alone Yvette!
Yvette lowered her gaze to check Yara’s pulse, her brow furrowing. Yara had fainted and vomited blood because the medicines she took had clashing effects.
“But how could that be?” Yvette thought. She had been extremely careful with the ingredients in her Revival Potion. There was no way they could react adversely!
She knew someone must be sabotaging Yara.
Yvette cast a cold glance at the nearby Yasmin. Under her gaze, Yasmin felt a sudden chill run down her spine.
“Dr. Bingley is here!” a maid’s voice suddenly rang out, drawing everyone’s attention.
“Dr. Bingley, please save Aunt Yara!” Yasmin rushed to Gideon, crying out in apparent concern, deliberately contrasting with Yvette’s icy demeanor.
She wanted everyone to see how heartless Yvette was, that she remained unconcerned even with her mother in such a state.
Sure enough, the maids started to whisper to each other.
“Ms. Yvette is so cold–hearted. Just look at the state Mrs. Murray is in, yet there’s not a trace of worry on her face!”
“That’s right. She wasn’t raised by Mrs. Murray. Look at how worried Ms. Yasmin is for Mrs. Murray!” “Exactly, Ms. Yasmin is a good daughter!”
Upon hearing these comments, Yasmin’s lips curled up slightly, inwardly gloating. Her expression of concern deepened.
Dr. Bingley, please save Aunt Yara,” she cried again.
“I’ve accepted the Murray family’s consultation fee, so naturally, I’ll do my best to treat her,” Gideon replied in annoyance.
Gideon, with his superior medical skills, also had a proud temperament. “Move out of my way,” he said coldly.
Yasmin’s face turned pale at his words, the malice in her eyes intensifying. How dare Gideon publicly embarrass her!
Gideon didn’t waste any time. He immediately started to check Yara’s pulse. His brow gradually furrowed. “Who performed this acupuncture treatment?”