Chapter 2 She Made A Request

• "I'm going to give acupuncture treatments to everyone at the community square tomorrow," Wynter said in a composed manner. "Remember to brew the prescription. Avoid staying up late to watch dramas. The television program won't be canceled. The Harmony Community's most watched program at the time was a courtroom drama. drama, and the senior citizens became somewhat fixated on it. After Wynter reminded them, they felt a little bad. "From now on, we'll go to bed by ten," she declared.
• It would have been unthinkable in the past for this bunch of senior citizens to listen to someone with such obedience. Numerous individuals possessed remarkable accomplishments, and their identities were maintained under wraps. Dom Fisher, the director of the community, had been anticipating the brilliant doctor's comeback. He eventually let out a sigh of relief at this point and remarked, "Dr. Genius, I've been watching your house." I kept everyone at a distance. "I appreciate all of your effort," Wynter remarked kindly. She gave him a few fruits.
• Dom responded, "It's not hard to do work for you, Dr. Genius," after accepting with joy. "You won't be going anywhere else, will you?" A little community did not easily impress these folks. a director like him. "Yes." With the keys in hand, Wynter declared, "I'm not going anywhere anymore." With joy, he exclaimed, "That's fantastic news! Dr. Genius, please clean up. For now, I won't bother you. Please let me know if you need anything at all. Wynter gave a nod. Wynter took the keys and unlocked the door after Dom had departed. The lock appeared to be somewhat ancient and unremarkable. But when she unlocked the first lock, she found herself facing an LCD keypad.
• "Are you interested in turning on iris recognition?" "Yes," was Wynter's casual response. "Recognition of iris is ongoing. Please be patient. "Iris recognition is finished." "Good to see you again, master," a refined synthetic voice said. It wasn't sustained activation. The iron gate opened automatically with a click. The interior lightened instantly. There were several vials and jars carrying therapeutic herbs on the two-meter-tall bookshelves, along with medical publications. The living room was filled with numerous labeled potted plants, the majority of which were herbs.
• There was a cool red and black motorcycle—the now-discontinued BMW Tomahawk—in the middle of the living room. Wynter approached and grabbed a bottle of sparkling water from the refrigerator. She was going to finish her drama and take a sip. Her phone buzzed with its distinctive sound while it was charging on the table. "Awaken, Quinnell the Rich, and start handling cases! Wake up, Quinnell the Rich, and start handling cases! Wynter pressed the "Speak" button when it rang a third time. "Boss, Southdale has a significant case. Do you find it intriguing? "What kind of case?" Wynter asked, taking a sip of water. The wealthiest man in Kingbourne is trying to locate his granddaughter, who vanished. He claims that she is easily located in Southdale.
• You can make a lot of money with just a little bit of work. With a yawn, Wynter declared, "Not interested." Hold on! Wait, boss! You enjoy something else, though! The other person's voice was filled with eagerness. Plus, it's a large case! "Go on," Wynter replied, tilting her chin up lazily. "The Sorzada City Yarwood family is searching for you. For a consulting fee, they are offering a reward of ten million dollars. There is also compensation, as long as someone gives you information. That sum of money is huge! "That real?" Wynter was direct in his communication. She gave her phone a quick touch.
• "Send the details to me. I'll have a look. "All right!" The information was displayed the next second on a projection screen that was created out of the floor-to-ceiling windows. The Yardwoods were an old family, having been around for many generations. They never skipped a duty to defend the nation. She recalls that they once resided in the Department of Homeland Security. Furthermore, the Yardwood family extended invitations to numerous renowned physicians for a one-week consultation period to be held at the nearby Caesar Hotel.
• The aim was to find the person who could heal the head of the Yarwood family, Dalton Yarwood. The illness's description was given in very little detail. It just said that Dalton had been weak for a long time and that it wasn't appropriate to share specifics with the public. Things didn't seem to be that easy. Wynter responded, "I'll take this," as she extended her legs. instance.