The Billionaire’s Treasure Wife

Anthony Johnson is the kind of person who wants to do what he wants to do. After leaving Juxiang Court, he immediately called his assistant to inform his plan and instructed him to execute it.

Burton did nothing. He had sent people to watch dozens of private hospitals under the Johnson family with cameras early, waiting for opportunities.

Lindsey knew nothing about this, and immediately checked Warren’s injuries when she arrived at the General Army Hospital, and adjusted the acupuncture points for the application of needles in time.

When Master Roy learned that she had returned to B City, he had his assistant send him a prescription to take as instructed.

Lindsey was so grateful that she asked the young sama to bring back a Duan ink stone she had brought back from Dongjiang as a token of her gratitude.

After she finished administering the needles, she sat aside and looked at Warren who was trying hard to memorize and read his paper with concern, reminding, “Warren, you’d better tell your sister-in-law, I’m going over this afternoon, she still thinks you’re not finished with your mission.”

“Wait a few days, she’ll be worried sick if I go back at this time.” Warren didn’t even lift an eyelid. “Tell me how long it will take for me to get off the ground and walk around.”

“It takes a hundred days to break a bone, I’m not a doctor.” Lindsey’s disgruntled eyebrows. “At the latest, it will take a week, and when it returns, you have to continue to take medication and do appropriate rehabilitation exercises, not too hard.”

“Got it.” Warren looked up from the tree, glanced at her lightly, and said, “You can go back after you get it right. Old Mr. grant was a little out of sorts when he came back from the sanatorium. ”

Lindsey was astonished. “Is that what happened?”

Warren thought for a moment and added, “I heard General Winfred say that it seems that something is wrong with Old Mr. Gregor’s health.”

“I see.” Lindsey nodded and thought, “No wonder I didn’t see Old Mr. Gregor dawdling over yesterday.

He had already been sick once when he returned home, and he had been following his own instructions to take care of himself during this time, so how did he fall ill again?

When it was done, Lindsey packed the acupuncture bag, told him a few words, and then went downstairs to Jiuhu mountain.

The parrot didn’t scream when he walked into the yard, and didn’t even look at Lindsey, not knowing if he was angry or because of something else.

Lindsey shook her head and said she couldn’t be bothered with an animal, opened the door and went into the living room.

Old Mr. Grant was not there, the living room was empty.

Lindsey sat down for a while and saw that Old Mr. Grant hadn’t come back yet, but his briefcase and jacket were there, so she was a little curious.

She called the logistics team and found out that Old Mr. Grant had gone next door, so her heart stuttered.

Warren said that Old Mr. Gregor was not feeling well, and it seemed to be true.

After waiting for another half hour or so, but still no Old Mr. Grant came back for dinner, Lindsey couldn’t sit still, so she took her acupuncture kit and hurried over.

After Jimmy’s brother left, Old Mr. Gregor is sick, if not necessary, the health doctor will look for her.

The snow on the ground had already been cleared, and the gray trail stretched deeper and deeper into the woods, and when the wind blew, the snow on the branches fell.

Lindsey gathered his coat tightly and hurried to the small building where old Mr. Gregor lived. Seeing that the number of guards in front of the door doubled from a distance, he was surprised and frowned.

Before she could continue her steps, the guard at the door suddenly shouted, “Stop!”

“I’m Lindsey, granddaughter-in-law of old Mr. grant. Please tell the people inside that Lindsey is here.” Lindsey subconsciously stopped in her tracks and stood calmly outside the security line.

Lindsey wasn’t afraid of the sudden appearance of the strange guard, but she was a bit puzzled as to who was coming.

After waiting for about a minute, the guard gestured for her to enter.

Lindsey breathed a sigh of relief and lifted her feet into the courtyard.

She almost couldn’t help but laugh when she saw a large shed for vegetables in the yard, but she managed to hold back in time.

“Come on in.” Old Mr. Grant’s voice was a little low, and some hoarse. “It’s cold outside.”

Lindsey answered and politely pushed the door inside.

In the living room, Old Mr. Gregor was lying in a recliner, covered with an old Old Mr. Bosh cashmere blanket, and on the couch sat Old Mr. Grant, along with a middle-aged man with a clear brow and elegant demeanor.

On the side stood several doctors from the medical team and a stony-faced Randy.

Lindsey greeted again, followed by Old Mr. Grant and stood behind him.

She knew without guessing that the identity of the visitor was extraordinary, and without Old Mr. Grant’s word, she would not have dared to sit down at will, even if she had a hundred guts.

After a moment of silence, Old Mr. Grant saw her standing, his face eased a little and said, “Lindsey, you sit down, and by the way, let’s show this old man.”

“I’ll check Grandpa Gregor’s pulse first and see how it goes.” Lindsey felt helpless when she noticed that the doctors standing at Old Mr. Grant’s table were giving her strange looks.

The doctors were all much older and more qualified than she was, and she knew in her heart that Old Mr. Gregor was ill, so it would be difficult to say no, but she could not disobey Old Mr. Grant’s orders.

Walking over to Old Mr. Gregor and sitting down, Lindsey took a deep breath and gently took his hand out of the blanket and placed it on the existing pulse pillow. “Grandpa Gregor, Lindsey has come to take your pulse. ”

Old Mr. Gregor spirit is not good, eye brows slightly dozed nodded down, did not speak.

This ghost girl, probably afraid to stimulate the side of a few experts, otherwise she will not pretend to look.

Lindsey put on three fingers, carefully taste the pulse, twisted his head to look at the side of the medical team experts. “Has Old Mr. Grant been having trouble eating lately? Bad bowel movements, too?”

“It’s been a week.” The doctor’s eyelids fluttered, not daring to say more.

Lindsey sniffed and stopped asking questions, turning back to savor the pulse.

From the pulse, Old Mr. Grant was not seriously ill, just a combination of heart fire and organ failure leading to old age knots.

But Lindsey didn’t dare to make a judgment, there were so many experts around, in case someone picked a fight, Old Mr. Grant’s face would not look good.

She withdrew her hand, carefully put Old Mr. Gregor’s hand back and covered it with a thin blanket, and hesitantly looked at Old Mr. Grant. “Grandpa, can I listen to the expert’s diagnosis.”

Old Mr. Grant lifted his eyes, glanced at the doctors with little emotion, and nodded gently.

Lindsey smiled apologetically, asked about some recently used medications, as well as the disposition, and looked down in thought.

The older specialist at the head of the group saw Lindsey’s seriousness and asked, “I wonder where this young lady graduated from and where she is working now.”

Before Lindsey could say anything, Old Mr. Grant got angry. “Lindsey studied nursing and is now a teacher at the American Academy, does this have anything to do with healing.”

The specialist’s face changed and he said seriously, “In that case, there is no need to discuss it.”

The atmosphere was instantly saber-rattling, but it was the middle-aged man who hadn’t spoken, his eyes playfully sizing up Lindsey, who asked, “Do you have a way to cure Old Mr. Gregor’s persistent illness.”

“The way …” Lindsey wanted to say no, but as soon as she looked up she bumped into Old Mr. Grant’s stern gaze and hurriedly changed her mouth: “I’ll try my best, it may not always work. ”

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It was Randy who was a little anxious. “Lindsey, no matter what the solution is, you must try.”

Lindsey glanced at him sideways and thought to himself, it’s not that I don’t want to try. The key is that old Mr. Gregor doesn’t talk. She doesn’t dare to mess around.

Just now were yelled at, and then have action, it is estimated that the gang will turn their faces.

Old Mr. Grant, after all, has seen a lot of knowledge, see Lindsey did not say the words to death, and did not answer Randy’s words, so he raised his hand and patted Old Mr. Gregor. “Old man, you say a word.”

I don’t know if Old Mr. Gregor heard Old Mr. Grant’s words, but he raised his hand with difficulty and pointed to Lindsey without saying anything.

Old Mr. Grant saw the situation, it is not good to say more, narrowed his eyes to look at the middle-aged man opposite, said: “Rodolfo, what do you think.”

“Give it a try, maybe it will turn out.” Rodolfo’s eyes fell on Lindsey again. “Uncle Old Mr. Grant, this girl looks like she has a few things going for her.”

Old Mr. Grant raised his eyebrows in triumph and instructed, “Lindsey, just do it your way.”

“Good …” Lindsey sweat dripping, more and more suspicious of the identity of the middle-aged man.

But right now the treatment with Old Mr. Gregor was a priority and she could not afford to be distracted.

Taking out the acupuncture bag, she conveniently picked up the alcohol on the side and disinfected it, and began to apply the needle to old Mr. Gregor.

When an old man gets older, all his organs start to weaken, and once he gets angry, he can’t pull himself up and sleep well. And poor sleep will lead to other diseases, which can be said to move a hair and affect the whole body.

Randy was so nervous that his forehead was sweating. Old Mr. Gregor’s illness did not seem to be serious, but it took more than a week. Originally, I wanted to ask Master Roy to take a look at it, but I didn’t expect that he had recently closed down, so I could only ask his assistant for help.

The level of that assistant, even the medical team is not as good as the experts, where he dared to let the other hand treatment.

For Lindsey, he actually did not expect too much.

He just thought that the Old Mr. Palvin, who was so sick, had been healthy and living up to now, and should have a few brilliance in other areas besides bone setting.

The silence, constantly hovering over the living room, everyone watched Lindsey apply the needles, no one dared to make a sound to disturb.

The moment Lindsey took out the acupuncture kit, the expressions on the faces of the Western medical experts in the medical group were extraordinarily wonderful.

There is contempt and disdain, but also eyes showing appreciation.

Lindsey’s attention was focused on Old Mr. Gregor, and she did not notice the difference in her surroundings.

After the needle was administered, Lindsey looked at the tea on the coffee table and asked Randy if he had the tools to make tea at home.

“Yes, I’ll have the logistics bring it over.” Randy slapped his head and personally ran to the tea room to bring out the tea tray and tools for making tea.

Lindsey explained how to make the tea, then rolled up her sleeves and started to give Old Mr. Gregor a massage.

After a few strokes, Lindsey was sweating profusely.

Randy was not too happy and asked to help.

“It’s easy to hurt him if you don’t use the right amount of force.” Lindsey waved her hand and continued the action in her hand.

The massage was over and it was time to start the needle.

Lindsey took the towel handed to her by the logistics staff, wiped her hands, and began to carefully start the needles.

After all the needles were removed, Old Mr. Gregor drank a cup of tea, his stomach rumbled, he opened his eyes and asked Randy to help him go to the toilet.

Several experts were dumbfounded and looked at Lindsey with a different look.

Old Mr. Grant did not say anything, but only told Lindsey to sit down and rest.

The expression on Rodolfo’s face did not change much, and his deep eyes were unchanged.

Four years ago, Kayden asked him to propose marriage to The Grant family, and he actually went up to the mountain at that time, only to get a lecture from Old Mr. Grant. This time Kayden asked him to come again, to make sure he brought Lindsey back to Newport.

He hadn’t really thought Lindsey was that important to The Grant family, but this time, seeing with his own eyes how much Old Mr. Grant cared for her and her medical skills, his temples couldn’t help but jump up.

Kayden had been paying too much attention to her lately, and that wasn’t good.

After a few moments of waiting, Old Mr. Gregor returned to the living room with Randy’s help and proceeded to sit back in the recliner and lie down.

Randy wiped the sweat from his forehead and thanked him gratefully, “Grandpa says he’s much more comfortable already, thank you Lindsey.”

“You’re welcome, I didn’t really do anything.” Lindsey smiled tiredly and turned her head to look at Old Mr. Gregor. “Grandpa Gregor, are you feeling hungry now?”

Old Mr. Gregor nodded slightly, his voice weak and feeble. “Still really hungry when you say it.”

Lindsey smiled again, instructed some dietary taboos, and stopped talking.

When Old Mr. Grant heard him say he was hungry, he realized it was getting late, so he got up and said goodbye.

Rodolfo also stood up after him, jokingly said that he would go to Old Mr. Grant’s to dine.