In fact, the reason why Butler Wilson was smiling so broadly was that he had keenly perceived that the young master had special feelings for the young mistress.
Therefore, he was eager to show his kindness to the young mistress and intended to keep her at home with delicious food, so that she could accompany the young master more.
After all, the young master had led a really tough life.
The car drove all the way to GraceHeal Hall, the largest traditional Chinese medicine clinic in Suncrest City.
Claire first carefully selected two sets of acupuncture needles and then picked some medicinal herbs.
The total price of all the items added up to a whopping 16,557 yuan.
"We'll round it down for you. You can just pay 16,500 yuan," the clerk said to Claire with a beaming smile.
Claire's expression froze instantly.
She had put her bank card in the box last night.
Realizing she didn't have any money with her, Claire turned to look at Jocelyn.
Normally, when wealthy people go shopping, isn't it the attendant who pays?
Jocelyn blinked her round eyes.
She had thought the young mistress was rich, but now this situation...
Jocelyn scratched her head and asked, "Young mistress, what should we do?"
Uh? Claire was momentarily speechless.
The most embarrassing thing in the world is not that you can't afford something, but that you've picked out a bunch of things and then find out you have no money to pay!
The smiling clerk was not affected by the sudden situation of the mistress and the servant at all and still looked at them with a smile.
Of course, she had noticed the interaction between the mistress and the servant.
However, she was not worried at all that the other party couldn't pay.
After all, someone who could drive a luxury car, have bodyguards, and be addressed as the young mistress couldn't possibly be short of money.
She must have just forgotten to bring it.
Moreover, judging by the way this lady picked things so straightforwardly, she was obviously a regular shopper with no financial worries.
So, she calmly and expectantly stared at Claire.
Just at this awkward moment, there was a sudden commotion at the door.
The clerk who had been waiting beside Claire rushed over quickly and reached an old lady who had fallen to the ground.
The old lady was wearing a maroon - colored round - necked short shirt and a black skirt inlaid with gold threads underneath.
Claire loved painting and was also interested in fashion design. Although she dressed simply herself, she was well - versed in various brands.
So, she could tell at a glance that although the old lady's clothes seemed ordinary, they were actually from an international brand.
Looking at the well - trained attendants around the old lady, it was clear that this old lady must be either wealthy or of high status.
Claire immediately had an idea in her mind and was about to step forward when the resident doctor of GraceHeal Hall rushed over in a hurry.
Seeing this situation, the doctor immediately reached out to start performing cardiopulmonary resuscitation on the old lady.
Claire frowned and said aloud, "If you do that, she may not be saved!"
The doctor who was about to exert force looked at her unhappily and asked, "Why?"
"Because she has a pneumothorax."
"Pneumothorax?"
The doctor frowned even deeper and said,
"How do you know she has a pneumothorax? The old lady is covering her chest, which is obviously due to chest tightness. Chest tightness, shortness of breath, and difficulty breathing are typical symptoms of a heart attack. Little girl, step aside first. After I save the old lady, I'll explain to you the difference between a pneumothorax and a heart attack."
As he spoke, two of the old lady's attendants came over and reached out to pull Claire away.
Claire glanced at them and said,
"I say your old lady has a pneumothorax, and he says it's a heart attack. So what do you think it is?"
The attendants looked at each other in dismay. What did they think?
They weren't doctors.
"If you believe him, I won't say anything. But if it's really a pneumothorax and treated as a heart attack, within five presses, your old lady will be gone."
"So what to do next depends on your decision."
The attendants' faces turned ugly. They didn't have the right to make decisions for the old lady. Especially since this was a matter of life and death, one wrong move could cost a life.
Seeing that they had quieted down, Claire turned to the clerk and asked, "Do you have a pneumothorax needle?"
"Yes, we do," the clerk replied.
"Give me one."
"I'll perform a puncture to exhaust the air for the old lady now. If no air flow can be drawn out, then you can perform cardiopulmonary resuscitation. This is the safest way to handle it."
The doctor still frowned and said, "The golden five - minute period is the best time to rescue a heart - attack patient. Little girl, you've already wasted one minute..."
"Anyway, there are five minutes. My puncture will take at most one minute, and there are still three minutes left for you."
"Little girl, you're arguing with me at the expense of the patient's life?" The old doctor looked disapproving.
The old lady's attendants were at a loss, not knowing who to listen to for a moment.
As they were talking, the clerk had already brought the pneumothorax needle.
Claire gently pulled aside the old lady's clothes, found the second intercostal space at the mid - clavicular line with her fingers, and inserted the pneumothorax needle.
Soon, the gas in the chest cavity was discharged.
The old lady's livid face gradually improved, and her breathing became steady.
Everyone immediately let out a sigh of relief.
The doctor who had insisted it was a heart attack earlier now had a face as red as a tomato.
At this moment, he also understood that the old lady's cardiac arrest was actually caused by a pneumothorax. If it had been treated as a heart attack, the old lady might have been doomed after just a few presses.
Seeing that the old lady was out of danger, one of her attendants looked at Claire with gratitude and said,
"Hello, miss. I'm the butler of this old lady. Thank you so much for saving our old lady. Could you leave me your contact information? Our master will surely come to thank you in person another day."
Claire looked back at the pile of things she had picked out and said,
"There's no need to come to thank me in person. Coincidentally, I came here to buy things today but forgot to bring money. If you help me settle the bill, that'll be thanks enough."
"No problem, no problem." The butler immediately took out his card and handed it to the clerk.
The clerk who had been looking forward to Claire paying the bill now smiled again, her eyes narrowing into slits. She knew this lady was no ordinary person.
After settling the bill, Claire reached out to take the things, but Jocelyn was one step ahead and picked up all the bags.
On the way, Jocelyn looked at Claire with admiration and asked,
"Young mistress, how did you know it was a pneumothorax instead of a heart attack?"
"Because I'm good at medicine," Claire replied casually.
Jocelyn blinked her eyes and looked at the young mistress with admiration. "Young mistress, you're really amazing."
"Just so - so!"
As they were talking, a man in a high - end custom - made suit passed by them in a hurry and entered the pharmacy.
The butler immediately rushed over and said, "Second Young Master, you're finally here..."
Hearing from the butler that a young girl had saved the old lady, Luc Dupont immediately thought of Claire and her servant who had just passed by him.
"Did you get her contact information?"
The butler shook his head.
Luc Dupont gave him a disgusted look and then turned to his assistant and ordered,
"Go and find out about her background."
"Yes, sir."
In just twenty minutes, on the way to the hospital with the old lady, the assistant's results came back:
"Second Young Master, we've found out. The young lady who saved the old lady is named Claire Wentworth. She's the one who was married off to Young Master Montfort on behalf of someone else by The Wentworth family yesterday. However, she's just a sophomore medical student at an ordinary medical school."
"A sophomore?" Luc Dupont was stunned.
"Yes, a sophomore student with no previous experience or record of practicing medicine. I don't know where she got the courage to perform an operation on the old lady..."
Luc Dupont hung up the phone directly and then dialed another number:
"Dean Foster, I have a question to consult you. Can any medical student distinguish the difference between a pneumothorax and a heart attack?"