Chapter 3

• "Boss really has an eye for this! I’ll prepare the payment account for the Jenkins family right away!"
• Amelia's eyes were calm. "No rush, I’ll take a nap first, and deal with it tomorrow."
• Amelia’s biggest interest, besides making money, was treating all kinds of difficult and mysterious illnesses.
• A job like the Jenkins family’s was quite a good one.
• In fact, when it came to handling this case, Amelia was probably the only one in LA who could do it with a calm mind.
• Right now, it seemed like all the prominent families in LA were in a hurry.
• For instance, the Milton family had been pulling strings everywhere, trying to get their hands on a letter of invitation from the Jenkins family.
• Rumors were even circulating in the streets, claiming that LA had never been this lively in a long time.
• First, the richest man in New York was looking for his granddaughter, and then the Jenkins family came to visit for a consultation.
• Some gossip even suggested that the Jenkins family came to LA because the legendary "Miracle Doctor" had appeared here.
• There were many rumors about this "Miracle Doctor," but no one could tell if they were true.
• But with the Jenkins family’s invitation, it was possible that the "Miracle Doctor" would really make an appearance…
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• The next day, in the retirement community.
• Amelia was still late getting up, just like any other working person. On hot mornings, she never wanted to leave the cool little house or the soft bed.
• But, there was no choice—she had to make money.
• Amelia washed her face, went out with no makeup, grabbed her bag, and in order to avoid traffic during rush hour, she picked up a bicycle.
• "Amelia, you’re heading out?"
• "Mm... yeah."
• Along the way, she greeted people here and there, casually munching on bread sticks that Uncle Lee had given her. She pedaled slowly, soon blending into the flow of traffic.
• Half an hour later, at the famous Caesar Hotel in LA.
• The lobby and the outdoor area were both packed, no one had time to spare.
• These past few days, it seemed like every luxury car in LA had gathered here.
• Compared to all these fancy vehicles, Amelia riding in on her bike stood out in a striking way.
• So much so that, before she could even stop, the security guard came over and shooed her away.
• “Hey, hey, hey, what’s this poor student doing here? We’re not open to the public today.”
• Amelia stopped the bike with one leg, her gaze meeting his. Her tone was calm. "I’m here to save someone."
• “You? Save someone?" The security guard burst into laughter. "I say, little girl, you're young, but quite the bragger, aren't you?"
• Amelia thought for a moment, then pulled out her phone and opened the order page. “Please go tell the people inside, ‘The Miracle Doctor is here, invited.’”
• “The Miracle Doctor? I’m the doctor here!” The security guard waved her off with a dismissive glance. “I’ve seen plenty of invitations, but I’ve never seen someone show up with their phone like that…” As he spoke, a luxury car drove in, and he eagerly waved at it. "Go on, get out of the way, don’t block the road."
• After that, he hurried to open the door for the luxury car. “Ms.Adler, Miss Milton, you’re here! Let me go inside and prepare tea for you right away.”
• The people in the car just nodded through the window, without a word in response.
• The security guard, however, seemed as though he had won a great prize.
• As the luxury car drove past, the young woman inside the car seemed to recognize Amelia. Her delicate, pale face showed hesitation.
• The elderly man asked, “Mia, what’s wrong?”
• She smiled lightly, “Nothing.”
• Outside the car, Amelia walked away with a calm expression, her movements decisive. There was even a hint of amusement at the corners of her lips.
• Who would have thought that she, who had once been able to decide life and death with a single needle, was now so easily looked down upon?
• When a tiger fell on the ground, even dogs dare to bully it. Amelia curled her lips.
• She always believed that medicine was about fate, and she would never treat those who were driven by profit.
• As for today’s consultation, she had already decided to let it go.
• Amelia took out her phone and was about to send a message rejecting the order.
• But suddenly, from the street, a loud scream pierced the air!
• “Not good, someone has fainted!”
• Instantly, a crowd gathered around.
• “Oh my god, it’s a child!”
• “His face is so pale…”
• Hearing the commotion, Amelia didn’t hesitate. She parked her bike and walked quickly toward the crowd.
• Lying on the ground was a little boy, around three or four years old. His forehead was drenched in sweat, clearly from exertion.
• Someone grabbed a guy in a white coat and shouted, “Young man, you must be a doctor, please save this child!”
• “No, no,” the young man in the white coat shook his head, a look of disdain in his eyes. “His family isn’t here. I can’t act on my own.”
• He added, “Besides, I don’t treat just anyone.”
• Seeing this, Amelia stepped forward, pushing through the crowd. Her voice was cold and her tone professional. “Please step aside, let the air in. The patient needs ventilation.”
• Her presence was so commanding that the onlookers didn’t question her and stepped aside without a word.
• When Amelia crouched down and placed her fingers on the little boy’s neck, an elderly woman nearby grew anxious.
• “Little girl, you’re so young, are you sure you can handle this?”