Chapter: 814

Norah glanced up, catching Amabel's reluctant expression and flashing her a smile.

She relished seeing hypocritical people like Amabel being rebutted.

Amabel remained obstinate, her pout fixed, her gaze unwavering. If Norah found nothing during the examination or proposed some outlandish diagnosis, Amabel would not hesitate to scoff.

“I'll examine you now."

Norah approached Kennedy and lightly pressed his shoulder and arm.

“Could this injury be from a while back? Does it ache here? And here?"

Initially, Kennedy didn't take Norah's examination seriously, but as Norah's hands roamed with varying pressure, he became increasingly attentive, drawn in by her actions.

“Yeah, it's here. Whenever I go to the hospital, they never find anything wrong, but when it rains, this area hurts a lot. And I struggle to sleep when the weather's humid too."

Norah retracted her hand. "If it's just these issues, there's no need to consult the Supernatural Doctor. I can handle it."

"Really?"

Kennedy perked up. "Norah, don't joke about this with me!"

"It's absolutely true."

Norah nodded assuredly. Kennedy wasn't afflicted with any grave illnesses, only a medley of old injuries.

"I have some tincture at home. I'll send two bottles to you later.

Just apply it to the areas in your body that are in pain daily. And for any other health issues, I'll prepare some medicine for Sean to bring over."

“Is that too much trouble for you?"

“Not at all. My pleasure."

"Could you please let me know the medical bill? Considering you're examining me, providing tincture, and preparing other medications, just tell me the fees. I'm willing to pay."

Norah calculated silently. "Thirty thousand."

The bulk of the expense was allocated to the tincture. She had poured a considerable sum into it, opting for nothing but the highest quality medicinal components. Every herb infused into the tincture boasted top-notch quality, yielding remarkably potent efficacy.

Amabel stood up and said sharply, “Miss Wilson, you haven't actually done anything yet you're asking for thirty thousand? Kennedy won't agree to whatever you demand."

Spencer almost felt tempted to leave his sister behind and depart.

Was his sister's emotional acumen taking a holiday today? She consistently spoke out at the most inopportune moments, rendering situations incredibly awkward.

Amabel didn't think she was overstepping. She turned to Kennedy and said, "Miss Wilson just squeezed your shoulders a few times and promised to offer a bottle of tincture. But now she's asking for thirty thousand. Are you actually going to pay that?"