Chapter 22 Diabetes
“Really?” Calla’s face turned pale, and she looked as if she was about to faint.
The older woman supported her and asked, “Young lady, are you guessing, or do you have some basis for this?”
“Do you have diabetes, madam?” Isabelle asked calmly, letting the woman sit down.
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The others, who had been eager to take a turn checking pulses for free medical advice, paused and decided to watch the commotion instead.
“Calla doesn’t look like someone with health issues,” someone commented.
“She does have diabetes–I know that much. She even eats brown rice at home,” another added.
“But diabetes is something we’ve known about for a while. What does that have to do with a brain tumor?” someone else asked.
Calla had regained her composure by this point. She nodded and admitted, “That’s right, I do have diabetes.”
“I noticed that your lips are thick, your nose is large, your brow bones and forehead are particularly prominent, your fingers are unusually thick, and your skin appears rough,” Isabelle explained. “These characteristics are very similar to the symptoms of a pituitary adenoma caused by excess growth hormone.”
“You should go to the hospital for a proper examination,” she suggested.
What Isabelle described seemed to align with Calla’s condition.
Calla’s grandson and granddaughter had been watching the live stream. At first, they found it amusing to see Calla on camera. But as they listened to Isabelle’s diagnosis, they immediately rushed downstairs.
“Grandma, we’re taking you for a checkup right now,” said her granddaughter, Emery, as she held Calla’s arm.
“Grandma, you go with Emery to the hospital. I’ll catch up with you later,” her grandson, Mason, added.
Calla hesitated. “Do I really have a tumor in my brain? I don’t feel anything unusual.”
“Whether you do or not, it’s better to get checked,” Mason reassured her.
Calla looked at another lady, who nodded and said, “Yes, go get it checked. I’ll go with you.”
“If they find something, I’ll have my husband deliver water to everyone in this neighborhood for free to thank this young lady,” the older woman declared generously.
“There’s no need. I’ll handle the water deliveries,” Mason said. As an athlete, he was confident in his strength, “You just focus on taking grandma to the hospital. I’ll help with the deliveries.”
Mason’s offer surprised Isabelle, who smiled shyly. “How could I let you handle it all by yourself?”
Especially with such a long line of people waiting.
“It’s no problem. If what you said is true, you might have just saved my grandma’s life,” Mason replied. He couldn’t help feeling a little flustered under Isabelle’s gaze. She was even more beautiful in person and far less irritating than she seemed in
the live stream.
“How about this,” Isabelle proposed, “if the checkup confirms your grandma’s condition, you can help me deliver the water, and I won’t pay you. But if nothing’s wrong, I’ll pay you a dollar per barrel. Does that sound fair?”
Mason was surprised that Isabelle offered to pay. Her confidence in her diagnosis only made him more worried about Calla. “Deal,” he agreed.
Isabelle appreciated his straightforwardness and handed him the delivery list. “You can start with this. Maybe someone else will join you later.”
Her words left Mason no choice but to take the list and begin the deliveries.
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He got to work, and Isabelle noted that Mason’s strength and efficiency would probably help him finish the task quickly.
Meanwhile, Indigo recognized the increasing attention on Isabelle and sent a small team to follow Calla and Emery to the hospital. Back at the clinic, Isabelle continued offering free consultations.
Most of the cases were minor issues, which was manageable.
“Young lady,” an older woman said as she sat down, “I don’t usually have major health problems, but recently, whenever I stand for work, the soles of my feet feel unbearably hot. I went to the hospital, but they didn’t find anything wrong. My daughter–in–law was planning to take me to see a traditional medicine doctor in a couple of days. Since you also practice traditional medicine, can you tell what’s wrong?”
Isabelle reassured her. “Don’t worry. In traditional medicine, this condition is referred to as heat caused by internal deficiency.”
After taking her pulse, Isabelle wrote down a prescription and noted at the bottom, “For reference only. I’m still a student. You might not feel confident with my prescription, so I recommend visiting another traditional medicine doctor for a second opinion. My prescription is free of charge–just consider it as a suggestion.”
The live stream audience erupted into discussions as Isabelle wrote the prescription.
“Did anyone catch the prescription? Does it seem accurate?”
“My grandpa is a traditional medicine doctor. I showed it to him, and he said it’s spot on. He even wants to meet Isabelle for some academic exchange!”
“That has to be fake. No way a young person’s prescription is that good.”
“Obviously a paid actor. Either that or the older woman is a plant hired by Isabelle!”
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