Under the Heiress' Facade

Hera was reading the messages on her phone.

The first one was from Nathan. He had sent her the test results of the pills she confiscated from Mary, asking him to test it for poppy. The results showed that it exceeded the limits allowed.

The next message was from Leon, saying that Camille's special medication had passed the Food and Drug Administration's review. This showed the close relationship between the Chimes and the Food and Drug Administration Department.

"Where's the doctor? Why isn't anyone here?"

A woman's high-pitched voice pulled Hera back from her thoughts.

Hera put away her phone and sat at the consultation desk.

"I am the doctor."

The woman was surprised.

"Dr. Youngworth is just a young girl like you?"

"My grandma isn't feeling well today, so I'm taking her place," Hera explained.

"You? Can you even treat patients? If Dr. Youngworth isn't here, why is the clinic even open? Who will be responsible if something goes wrong?" the woman continued in her high-pitched voice.

At that time, other patients with appointments started arriving at the lobby. Looking at the situation, some patients began to grumble and complain.

"Is Dr. Youngworth not here today? Why didn't anyone notify us? We just wasted our time."

"It's so hard to get appointments, and the fees are high. I specifically booked to see Dr. Youngworth, but now you're giving us a young girl instead?"

"Do you want us to report you to the Health Department?"

Hera kept silent.

Everly quickly calm the patients.

"Everyone, please don't be upset. Hera is our boss. She has been learning alternative medicine from her grandma since she was young and is excellent at it. She will be responsible for your conditions. If you insist on seeing Dr. Youngworth, you can reschedule for tomorrow."

Hearing this, some patients quieted down while others left. However, the high-pitched woman continued to be difficult.

"So what if she's the boss? Anyone with money can open a clinic. Do you even have a medical license? I came here for Dr. Youngworth—"

Hera found her annoying and interrupted, "Are you done? Are you here for your stomach issues or gout?"

The woman stopped abruptly, looking surprised.

"How do you know I have these issues?"

She had grown quite plump due to her issues. However, most doctors didn't believe she had stomach issues since those with similar symptoms would usually appear thin and haggard. But she couldn't lose weight no matter what.

"If you want treatment, sit down and stop making noise. You're disturbing other patients," Hera said coldly.

The woman handed her dog to her assistant and sat. Then, she extended her hand for Hera to take her pulse, not fully trusting her.

After checking her pulse, Hera said, "You have a peptic ulcer, hyperuricemia-which leads to gout-and obesity."

The woman was stunned. It was exactly the same diagnosis she had received from Reinland Hospital.

She had been taking medication for it for months, but her condition kept recurring. It was driving her to the brink of collapse.

"Do you have a way to cure it?" she asked humbly, in stark contrast to her earlier arrogance.

"It's not about whether there's a way. It's about whether I want to treat you," Hera said coldly.

The woman was sharp and immediately understood that Hera was displeased with her behavior earlier.

Thinking that apologizing was a small price to pay if she could be cured, she smiled apologetically.

"I'm sorry. I tend to speak without thinking. Please don't take it to heart.

"If you can cure me, I'll help promote your clinic!"