The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call

Chapter 42 Treating The Stomach

“Dr. Lopez.” Wynter’s voice was calm.

Dr. Lopez Immediately straightened up. “I’m here.”

“Do you know how to prepare herbs and boil water?” Wynter nodded towards the medicine

cabinet.

Dr. Lopez nodded. “I do, but I’m a bit slow.”

“Prepare jujube, Poria, and fried Atractylodes. Keep them ready.” Wynter glanced sideways. “If someone comes for a massage, come and find me.”

Dr. Lopez wondered if he, as a lead surgeon, was being ordered around as a receptionist.

Wynter smiled. “Don’t want to do it?”

Dr. Lopez rolled up his sleeves. “My pleasure.”

He was here to learn her medical skills, so being a receptionist was nothing!

After giving instructions, Wynter took Dalton into the room. The room had a soft couch in the center. As soon as Dalton walked in, he could smell the scent of mugwort.

Under the soft couch, it seemed to be connected to something. On a closer look, Dalton

noticed it was linked to an outdoor fireplace.

It was similar to the old hearths in countryside homes from the ’80s and ’90s, but there was a slight difference. Beneath the couch lay a layer of mugwort, separated by a light purple gauze, which seemed

more modern.

“Take off your clothes,” Wynter said as she opened her first aid kit and casually picked up a wooden hairpin to tie up her waist-length hair. “Lie down.”

What?

Was she asking Dalton to take off his clothes in this place? And lie down?

Ethan, carrying a wooden bucket, had a very conflicted expression on his face!

Dalton hadn’t let anyone touch him since he was four. He did everything himself, and even,

the maids kept their distance from him. Even abroad, Dalton stayed in his own estates.

And now, Dr. Genius was asking Dalton to undress and lie down in a medicine store?

Chapter 47 Tresung The Escenach

Ethan couldn’t help but worry. Dr. Genius shouldn’t put her own life on the line to treat

Dalton.

Wynter didn’t think much and continued preparing the medicine concoction. This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

Dalton, standing by the soft couch, raised an eyebrow. His eyes grew darker. “Are you sure you want me to take off my clothes here?”

Wynter turned up the heat and smiled brightly. This is the best place for your treatment. The gauze on the couch is sterilized, so it’s clean.”

Dalton didn’t move, just looked at her.

“You don’t have to be shy.” Wynter dipped her hands into the medicine concoction. She looked serious as she said, “No one will come in.”

Ethan wondered if Dr. Genius had forgotten that she was a woman. He was certain Mr. Yarwood would not take off his clothes.

But then Dalton laughed and started to take off his coat.

Ethan was stunned.

Wynter looked back at Dalton, “Take off your shirt too.”

Dalton hesitated for a moment but did as he was told. His eyes darkened. When he got to

the second button of his shirt, he glanced to the side.

Ethan felt a chill down his spine and left the room immediately!

Once it was only the two of them, Dalton took off his shirt and lay on the soft couch.

His black trousers and well-defined muscles made him look thin yet sturdy under the dim

light. His dark hair fell over his forehead, making him look very dangerous.

No one would think he was a chronically ill patient. He looked more like someone in

command.

Wynter smiled faintly and touched his stomach directly.

Dalton narrowed his eyes and raised an eyebrow.

“Relax,” Wynter said professionally, “I’m treating your stomach.”

Then she placed her hand on Dalton’s stomach. Centered on the navel, she started to

gently rub in a clockwise direction.