Forced to Marry the Sickly Billionaire
Chapter 187 Prescription for Medicinal Cuisine

Chapter 187: Chapter 187 Prescription for Medicinal Cuisine

This is a fever-reducing medicine she developed herself, which is quite effective and has passed the clinical trials of the professional medical team at Clearview University.

It has fewer side effects compared to over-the-counter cold medicines on the market, and it works quickly.

Most importantly, it is low-cost and convenient for mass production.

However, it has not yet been formally put into production.

Seeing the old lady so anxious, she hesitated for a moment before asking, "Grandma, I have some understanding of traditional Chinese medicine and can perform acupuncture. If you trust me, I can treat him."

With Serena Summers’s medical skills, treating a fever and cold was a piece of cake.

But as soon as she spoke, a burst of scoffing came from around.

"Little girl, anyone can talk big, but treating illness is not a game. There are proper doctors for treatment, what are you, a volunteer, meddling in?"

The speaker was a middle-aged uncle.

He spoke with a strong voice, and aside from a pale complexion, he showed no other signs of illness.

He didn’t look like someone who came for treatment.

Serena’s gaze shifted to the woman beside him and instantly understood.

The patient was not him, but the woman by his side.

The woman had a pale face devoid of any color and leaned weakly against the wall, looking seriously ill.

Serena smiled calmly and looked up at the man who had spoken, "Uncle, although I’m not a professional Western doctor, my level of Chinese medicine is quite good. And with the current shortage of medical resources in the hospital, if this continues, I’m afraid the child’s brain will get damaged from the fever."

Serena wasn’t talking nonsense.

Children have weaker resistance than adults, and this child had been running a fever for so long. With so many people in line waiting to see the doctor, it would probably be dark by the time their turn came.

The hospital must have already sent a request for additional staff to other cities’ hospitals, but this place is too remote, and it likely would take a long time to get assistance.

Undisturbed by the skepticism, Serena glanced at the man’s wife and said, "Uncle, this auntie seems to have stomach discomfort, right? Lately, for one or two months, she has frequently been experiencing stomach pain, bloating, and vomiting, and hasn’t had a decent meal in a long time. Am I right?"

The couple’s faces changed instantly, and they looked at Serena as if they had seen a ghost.

Everything Serena had said was spot on!

They were small food vendors in the town, and recently, for a month, his wife had been suffering from stomach discomfort, unable to eat, and vomiting incessantly.

But they were reluctant to spend money and hadn’t come to check in the hospital, just taking some medicine from local clinics for a few days.

Without the medicine, it was bearable, but once she took it, her condition only worsened.

The middle-aged man was worried, and with the heavy rainfall these past days preventing them from doing business, he had thought of taking his wife to the hospital for a proper check-up.

But to their surprise, the hospital was so packed with patients that they had to wait in a long queue.

The middle-aged man grew impatient as he waited, the incessant crying of children around him only adding to his irritation.

Just when he didn’t know where to vent his anger, Serena suddenly approached.

At first, he thought Serena was just an ordinary volunteer, but now she had accurately diagnosed his wife’s illness, causing him a shock.

"How do you know that? Who told you?" he demanded.

Serena replied, "I figured it out myself."

She had once accompanied her master to treat patients with similar symptoms, albeit more severe ones.

Pausing for a moment, she continued, "Auntie’s condition is probably not an ordinary stomach disease, it seems like stomach cancer. I suggest you have her thoroughly examined."

The man flew into a rage, stood up suddenly, and yelled at Serena, "What nonsense are you talking? My wife is fine, just a little stomach trouble, why would you curse her?"

Serena remained composed and unflinching, "I’m not cursing; I’m just stating facts. If you don’t believe me, you can get it checked."

"My wife is healthy! What’s wrong with you, girl? If you keep spouting nonsense, be careful, or I won’t be polite!" The middle-aged man was burly and full of anger, with clenched fists, looking ready to throw a punch.

But when he saw Serena’s delicate and pretty face, he ultimately decided not to act and, pulling his wife, prepared to leave.

"Wife, let’s not bother. She must be talking nonsense; you’re definitely fine."

"Uncle," Serena stopped him, kindly reminding, "You can’t delay with this illness. If it progresses to the late stages, it will be even harder to treat. Auntie’s illness isn’t too serious now. If you trust me, I can help you."

Serena was not an overly compassionate person, but she couldn’t stand idly by and watch patients worsen their condition by neglect.

"You can cure it? Little girl, you’re so young, why are you so arrogant? Stomach cancer is such a serious illness, can you really cure it?"

Serena thought for a moment and explained, "Stomach cancer has early, mid, and late stages. Auntie’s current condition is not critical; it should be in the early stage. With proper treatment, it can definitely be cured."

The middle-aged man and his wife looked at each other.

His wife hadn’t been able to eat for over a month and now was as thin as a rack, a gust of wind could blow her over.

Thinking of the hardships his wife had been through over the years with him, and now suffering from such an illness, his eyes reddened.

He asked, "Can you really treat the illness? You’re so young... I don’t know much about stomach cancer, but I do know it’s something experts treat!"

Doubt filled the man’s eyes.

Serena was used to such doubts.

She curved her eyebrows and said, "If you don’t trust me, you can get a test done first. See if it’s like I said, early-stage stomach cancer. Also, your wife’s pathological reactions are quite severe – she vomits almost everything she eats, surviving only on clear porridge and water. Am I right?"

"Yes! Young lady, you’re completely right! I haven’t eaten properly in a long time; just the smell of cooking oil makes me feel nauseated," the wife spoke up before her husband could.

Serena lowered her eyes, opened her cross-body bag, and took out a mini notebook and a pen. She quickly wrote down a recipe and handed it to them, "This is a medicinal meal recipe that can temporarily alleviate your inability to swallow food. It includes precise amounts and steps; you can try making it."

The couple looked at each other, hesitant.

Serena laughed softly, "The herbs and ingredients are all stomach-nurturing and harmless to the body. If you’re unsure, ask the doctor if this recipe is safe. And, you still need to get checked, so I suggest you don’t leave the hospital yet."

As for the subsequent treatment, they would have to wait for the examination results.

Furthermore, Serena had not felt the woman’s pulse; she didn’t have a complete understanding of her condition and couldn’t rashly prescribe a treatment.

She believed that once the results came in, the hospital would arrange the best treatment plan for them.

That was not her concern anymore.