Chapter 61
61 Mr. Yarwood Is Very Interesting
Wynter stood there with a cool look. “Yes, it’s cordyceps. When storing cordyceps, we should avoid
strong light, and the temperature shouldn’t exceed 68 degrees Fahrenheit
“The indoor temperature is now 75.2 degrees Fahrenheit. There are also UV rays. I put it in the bag to
protect its medical value. Don’t the Gibsons even know this bit of medical
knowledge?”
As soon as she explained, there was an uproar.
George was still sneering, “You’re talking nonsense.”
“George, shut up!” Hilda shouted.
He was stunned, turned to look at her expression, and then looked at the gazes around him. Instantly,
he panicked, wondering if what Wynter said was true.
“She is indeed Margaret’s apprentice! She is somewhat talented in understanding medicine.
The one who laughed was Howard Young, the elder of the Youngs. He sat in the corner like
an ordinary old man, squinting.
At this moment, he told his grandson, Felix, “You should learn from her.”
Felix was humble and elegant. “Yes, Grandpa.”
Nelson said calmly, “Howard, you’re exaggerating. She just played a trick.”
“That’s right!” George echoed, “I just didn’t think about that aspect! She took advantage of
loopholes!”
Originally, Nelson’s words could help ease the tension.
But George proved his st*pidity after adding this sentence. Some people couldn’t help but
laugh.
Hilda was so ashamed that she wanted to cover her nephew’s m*uth.
He still didn’t react. Hearing the laughter, he became more upset, glaring around. “Who
dares to laugh at me!”
“It was me!” Lydia raised her hand coolly.
He froze again. It was one of the Yarwoods. What should he say?
Unexpectedly, she didn’t even look at him but walked past him, approaching Wynter.
“Our purpose for preparing gifts is to make you all enjoy it.”
Lydia’s statement was clear. “But you all didn’t accept it. I thought you all looked down on
1. US.
“Uh…”
Apart from Wynter, everyone wanted to explain.
Lydia stopped them from talking. “It doesn’t matter. Some people like it anyway. I also want to thank
this lady for reminding me how to store cordyceps.”
She thought it was a pity that her grandfather wasn’t coming downstairs. It would have been great for
him to meet such an interesting lady. But who could Grandpa be waiting for?
Wynter was neither humble nor arrogant. “Ms. Yarwood, you’re welcome. It’s the doctor’s
instinct.”
“Great!” Lydia liked her attitude. “We had two purposes for inviting everyone this time. Firstly for
medical exchanges, and secondly for my frail brother.”
Upon saying that, she glanced at everyone. “It’s getting late, I won’t delay all of you. Let’s go to the
consulting room!”
“What do you mean?” Xavier asked. Did he need to treat patients? He didn’t know how to
do it!
Lydia tapped on the table. “There are three special patients in the Yarwoods, each with different
symptoms. Everyone should head to the second floor to diagnose the patients according to your queue
numbers.”
“Aren’t we here to treat Mr. Yarwood? Why was the patient changed to someone else?”
Charlie frowned.
She glanced at him and said coldly, “Do you think you can meet my brother as easily as you
wish?”
Charlie had never felt so deflated before. His expression turned gloomy.
Lydia smiled again. “My brother has always got a good eye for picking doctors. He’s a clean freak. And
he also likes good-looking people. We appreciate your understanding.”
65 tared to very lotesting
Wynter raised her eyebrows upon hearing that. The third son of the Yarwoods was indeed Interesting.