Substitute Marriage: Reborn As The Top Big-Shot
Chapter 1578 - Chapter 1578 389 Miraculous Doctors Hand _3

Chapter 1578: 389: Miraculous Doctor’s Hand! _3 Chapter 1578: 389: Miraculous Doctor’s Hand! _3 “Exactly!” Eleanor Armstrong nodded.

Terrence Lentz breathed a sigh of relief.

From the moment Viola Thompson said she would make him grilled lamb skewers, he had been worrying about what to do if he got diarrhoea in this camping area.

Luckily, fortunately, Eleanor Armstrong was very cooperative.

With her words, Eleanor Armstrong walked to Viola’s side, “Viola, I heard the Boss say that there is an orchard nearby. Shall we go and pick some wild fruits? Your uncle and Terrence can handle the cooking.”

“Okay.” Viola Thompson nodded slightly, following in Eleanor Armstrong’s footsteps.

The orchard was not far from the campsite, just a ten-minute walk away.

It had all kinds of fruits.

But they were a bit expensive.

Even regular lychees were sold for more than sixty yuan per pound, but the fun was in picking the fruits themselves.

Not only lychees but also mangoes, wampees, and other tropical fruits were available.

Viola liked eating wampees. She picked a wampee and put it directly into her mouth, swallowing it down without even spitting out the skin or the seed.

This scene made Eleanor Armstrong frown, “Viola, you’re eating the wampee seed?”

The seed of the wampee is very bitter, comparable to goldthread.

Not only it was bitter, but it also had a very unpleasant odor.

Viola laughed, “I’ve been a bit heated lately, and the wampee seed has a cooling effect.”

Not only that, but wampee is also a type of traditional medicine with effects like quenching thirst, nourishing the stomach, reducing phlegm, etc.

“Really?” Eleanor Armstrong asked curiously.

“Yes.” Viola Thompson gave a slight nod, “But indeed, the taste of wampee seeds is not very good, and many people can’t stand it.”

Eleanor Armstrong picked a wampee, “I’ve been feeling a bit heated these few days as well.”

After finishing her sentence, Eleanor Armstrong ate that wampee. As she expected, the next second, she started making faces.

It was too disgusting!

But Eleanor Armstrong still swallowed the whole fruit with her brows furrowed.

Seeing Eleanor behaving like this, Viola quickly handed her a peeled lychee, “Auntie, have a lychee.”

“Thank you.” Eleanor received the lychee, the sweet lychee pulp burst in her mouth, effectively alleviating the bitterness.

“Auntie, there’s a vineyard ahead. Shall we go and take a look?”

“Sure,” Eleanor Armstrong nodded, then asked, “Viola, what type of grapes do you like?”

Viola Thompson replied, “I don’t have high requirements for grape varieties, as long as they are sweet.”

Eleanor Armstrong laughed, “You are just like me in this regard, I also prefer sweet grapes.”

Maybe they were family by nature.

Eleanor believed that Viola resembled her in many ways.

Just as they arrived at the vineyard, they heard a frantic cry for help.

“Help! Help! Simona, Simona, don’t scare mommy! Help! Is anyone out there?”

Eleanor Armstrong and Viola Thompson exchanged looks, both seeing anxiety in each other’s eyes.

Eleanor immediately put down the fruit basket, grabbing Viola’s hand, “Let’s go! Viola, let’s see what’s happening!”

Viola Thompson followed in Eleanor Armstrong’s footsteps.

The two immediately arrived at the source of the noise.

They saw a crowd surrounding someone nearby, all pointing and talking among themselves.

There was also a middle-aged man nearby on the brink of collapse, holding his head in his hands, crying out, “Is there a doctor! Is there a doctor?”

“I’m a doctor!” Viola Thompson quietly declared.

The man, who seemed to clutch onto the last straw for survival, immediately approached Viola, knelt down before her, pleading, “Please save my daughter! Please!”

His daughter had suddenly fallen ill. He had called for an ambulance, but being in the mountains, the ambulance wouldn’t arrive for another hour at the least.

At a time like this, even the strongest father could feel the world crumbling around him.

“Get up first, quickly tell me about the child’s condition.”

Eleanor Armstrong helped the middle-aged man up, “Sir, don’t worry. My daughter is a very skilled doctor. With her around, nothing will happen to your daughter.”

The middle-aged man stood up, his eyes swollen red, he looked at Viola Thompson, “Miss, please!”

Viola nodded slightly, “I’ll do my best.”

The middle-aged man led Viola, clearing the crowd away.

They saw a girl who looked about fourteen or fifteen years old lying on the ground, her limbs twitching, foaming at the mouth.

The child’s mother was holding her child, wailing loudly.

Seeing this, Eleanor Armstrong’s heart involuntarily tightened.

As a mother, she could very well understand the feelings of the child’s mother at that moment.

Not only the mother.

Even her, a stranger, felt her heartstrings tugging painfully upon seeing the child in such a state.