Chapter 23 Traditional Roots
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“Hold on, I am a graduate student at a medicine university. I just recorded a segment of the live stream and showed it to my teacher. My teacher remarked that Isabelle possesses considerable skill, possibly inherited from a family with a background in traditional medicine!”
The audience’s opinions were mixed.
Most felt that Isabelle was merely putting on a show. It was rare for the production team to support her since she was no longer considered noble within the Powell family, and how she managed this was anyone’s guess.
Everest, who had left a comment about showing the clip to her professor, was also a product of a traditional medicine family. Upon seeing Isabelle’s diagnosis, she instantly recognized the authenticity of Isabelle’s medical knowledge.
Regardless of whether Isabelle was formally trained in traditional medicine, she certainly had a solid foundation. After reviewing the prescription Isabelle wrote and listening to her description of the symptoms, Everest Rune became even more convinced that Isabelle’s prescription was accurate.
“Why don’t you try prescribing something based on her diagnosis?” her mentor challenged, testing Everest.
Startled, Everest realized she might have stirred up trouble for herself. “Do I really have to write one?” she asked.
Her instructor, having examined Isabelle’s prescription, was curious to see what his student could come up with. With no other option, Everest knew she had brought this upon herself.
“I think Isabelle’s prescription is quite good,” Everest admitted.
“If it were me, I might not do any better.”
Her instructor looked up, “What are you thinking? Do you expect to surpass her?”
“I’m asking you to think for yourself and write a prescription, not to outdo her.”
“Oh…” Everest muttered, reluctantly wracking her brain and writing her own prescription.
“Please, take a look,” Everest handed it to her instructor.
After a long silence, her instructor spoke. “There’s nothing majorly wrong with your prescription; it just isn’t as comprehensive as hers…”
Isabelle, unaware of these discussions, felt the rush of urgency as an elderly woman praised her diagnostic acumen during a pulse examination, leading her to summon her husband to help bring water.
There were no issues; everyone else watched the scene unfold, helping out with the water as needed.
Initially, there were only 18 buckets of water, which quickly ran out. Isabelle had previously mentioned that only twenty slots were available. Fearing they might miss their chance, others volunteered to help deliver water. “Miss, my family can also help with the water delivery. Do you need it in the next block as well? I’ll send him first.”
Overwhelmed by the residents‘ enthusiasm, Isabelle tearfully negotiated with her boss to extend the water delivery to the next two blocks. Originally, the 18 buckets would have earned her 5 dollars, but with the additional areas, she now made a hundred.
She was pleasantly surprised. Consequently, she also added ten more slots. Since the community was so proactive, she felt obliged to accommodate them.
“Sorry, everyone. I still have to shop and cook after this.”
Camila who was number thirty in line blurted out, “I’ll cook for you if you check my daughter–in–law to see if she can
conceive!”
She had brought her daughter–in–law, who turned pale and hung her head low as her mother–in–law spoke. The others began to gossip.
“Madam Camila’s daughter–in–law has only been married for two years, and she’s already under pressure to get pregnant. It seems she’s being tormented by her mother–in–law, which probably isn’t helping.”
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Chapter 23 Traditional Roots
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“You might not know this, but Madam Camila’s daughter–in–law is a teacher, and her husband works night shifts. They barely have time together, which doesn’t make pregnancy easy.”
“I heard she even tried some dubious remedies…”
It seemed that Camila was well–known in the community for her strained relationship with her daughter–in–law, who appeared meek against Camila’s dominant personality.
“Our production team probably shouldn’t ask outsiders to cook for us,” Isabelle said with a smile, gently declining Camila’s offer.
“Ah, but I can assist you! Don’t underestimate me; I was the village cook in my youth, always in demand for weddings and funerals,” Camila persisted, following Isabelle.
“And I’m particularly good at picking out fresh and affordable produce. Isn’t your show on a tight budget? Let me help you choose.”
Determined to help her granddaughter, Camila was relentless.
Isabelle paused, turning to look at the woman was pulling along. Is she simply meek, or overly deferential in the face of her mother- in–law’s demands?
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