Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife-Chapter 543

Through the grand living room, Rosemary followed Sampson to the master bedroom on the first floor.

The moment they walked in, they were greeted by the sight of a garden that seemed to be right out of a fairy tale, visible through the large floor-to-ceiling windows.

The room was set up as a cozy tea room, with a walk-in closet and an expansive bathroom beyond, and only then did they reach the bedroom.

On the spacious, luxurious bed lay a kind elderly woman, with various medical devices by her side providing real-time updates on her health.

A caregiver and a servant stood quietly nearby. On seeing visitors, they stood up and bowed respectfully.

"This is the famous doctor we’ve invited," Sampson introduced Rosemary, glancing at the two women, "Tell her about any recent changes in Old Mrs. Griffith’s condition."

"Yes," the servants replied, showing great respect for Sampson. They turned to Rosemary and in unison called out, "Professor."

"Just call me Rosemary," she said, sitting down to hear their report. Her delicate, fair fingers reached out to take Old Mrs. Griffith’s pulse.

Mark held his breath in anticipation of his teacher’s verdict.

Sampson watched her too, his emotions slightly tense. He had never expected that he would be able to invite Dr. Bell.

Previously, people said that Dr. Bell was elusive, and getting her to treat a patient was as difficult as climbing to heaven.

Rosemary always maintained a calm demeanor. After carefully taking the pulse, she said softly, "It’s not a big deal."

Sampson and Mark breathed a sigh of relief, their faces lighting up with joy.

The caregiver at the side was a bit surprised. Many experts had been helpless in the face of the Lady’s illness, including Mark, who was known as a miracle doctor.

Rosemary was the first to say that it wasn’t a big deal.

She looked to be only in her teens, and if it weren’t for her cool aura and confident demeanor, one might suspect her of being a quack.

But, if she were a quack, how would she dare to deceive in front of Sampson?

All she could say was that the girl was very capable.

"We need to use multiple drugs." Rosemary asked for pen and paper and wrote down three prescriptions. "These are the medicines that need to be made in the first three days. I’ve noted the order, method, and duration. Just follow my instructions."

The servant quickly took the prescriptions and showed them to Sampson.

Sampson, seeing the vigorous and bold handwriting on the prescription, felt a strange sense of familiarity, as if he had seen it somewhere.

He hadn’t expected the girl’s handwriting to be as extraordinary as her person — so refreshing and elegant.

"Do as she says." Sampson handed the prescriptions to the caregiver, having complete faith in the medications prescribed by Rosemary.

Mark quickly leaned in to see the contents. Having studied medicine himself, he was amazed at the first prescription alone and praised it profusely.

"Genius! Why didn’t I think of combining these!" Mark marveled, utterly admiring. "The prescriptions from Professor not only make the medicine work best but are also very gentle for the patient — unlike the medicines I prescribed earlier, which caused side effects."

He knew at the time that Old Mrs. Griffith would feel chest tightness and bitterness in her mouth, and would easily fatigue after taking his medication, but there was no better alternative.

He had also obtained Sampson’s approval at the time and, out of desperation, used those medicines to temporarily keep Old Mrs. Griffith alive.

Later, when a bus rear-ended them, Rosemary happened to lend a hand and pointed out the side effects of those medicines on Old Mrs. Griffith. He didn’t dare to continue giving them to her and immediately stopped.

But afterward, he couldn’t find a better substitute.

Luckily, he found Rosemary, who had time to drop by.

Now that he saw Rosemary’s prescriptions, he realized that his own skills were simply inferior.

It seemed that he still had a long way to go in medicine.

"This is the medicine for the first three days. For the following prescriptions, I will prescribe according to Old Mrs. Griffith’s physical condition and symptoms," Rosemary said.

"We can’t prescribe all the medications at once. We’ll have to adjust the regimen based on how Old Mrs. Griffith responds."

Sampson, overwhelmed with gratitude, reached out and shook hands with her once more.

"I can’t thank you enough. You have lifted a long-standing worry from my mind."

Recently, he had been taking his mother to different doctors, with no improvement in her condition. The burden was heavy, for he could not account to the rest of the family.

All this was brought about by the girl standing before him. This was what they called hope, right?

"Doctor, if Old Mrs. Griffith’s condition improves in three days and the medications work, how long will it take for her to fully recover?"

"Between one to three months, depending on the situation."

If they avoided surgery, the recovery period would be longer.

Surgery could speed things up, but it would depend on her overall health and whether she could withstand the operation.

On hearing this, Sampson felt a sense of dread. However, with this girl on their side, he believed she could handle any situation.

"Alright, thank you, doctor." Mark felt somewhat reassured after hearing the doctor’s advice. "Do you have any plans after this? If you’re free, I can have Sampson arrange accommodation for you. You could stay here for the time being."

"Yes, just stay here. Make yourself at home," Sampson added warmly.

"I have some matters to attend back home."

After all, Carol’s condition was more severe than Old Mrs. Griffith’s. If a cure was not found soon, she might not hold on much longer.

"What about Old Mrs. Griffith’s follow-up treatment?" Mark asked again.

"In three days, let me know how she’s doing and I’ll instruct you privately on her medication," Rosemary said, standing up. "I’ll take my leave now."

She had promised her mother that she would meet them today.

She wondered why her mother had suddenly asked her to travel abroad to see them.

"Are you in such a rush? I was hoping to take you out for a meal as a token of our gratitude," Sampson seemed reluctant to let her go.

But Rosemary glanced at the wall clock and said softly, "Maybe next time."

Her phone vibrated then. She took it out and saw it was a call from Jack.

"Boss, the company that Alberto Rollins left you has been infiltrated by our people. Everything is running smoothly. His subordinates are very loyal. Knowing how much Mr. Rollins favored you, they are accepting of your takeover. The old directors and shareholders have been supporting you in the company. I mean, maybe we should find some time to show up at the company? After all, you haven’t appeared there since you took over."

Every time Rosemary thought about the hot summer after her college entrance examination and the moment Grandpa Alberto left her sight, her heart ached.

"I’ll find some time to go," she said quietly.

"Great, I’ll let the directors and shareholders know that you’ll be visiting them soon. It will give everyone a morale boost. When are you returning home?"

"Probably tonight, or tomorrow."

"Alright. Everything is normal back home. Our people have been guarding Reflections Villa and Riverside Villa, and no suspicious individuals have been spotted."

"Okay, got it. Bye."

After hanging up, Rosemary noticed Sampson and Mark were waiting for her.

It could be seen from her conversation that she always seemed busy. freewebnσvel.cøm

What kind of person was this girl? She didn’t seem like an ordinary person at all.