Chapter 207
Chapter 207:
“She could make things worse! What if it’s the wrong medicine p>
“Wait for the professionals! Who does she think she is p>
Their voices buzzed around her, brimming with panic and doubt.
But Yelena remained unshaken, her focus entirely on the man.
Ignoring the cacophony, she monitored the man’s pulse, feeling relief as it steadied under her touch. At least his life was no longer at immediate risk.
The man’s strength gradually returned, and he felt a marked improvement in his condition. With genuine curiosity, he turned to Yelena. “What kind of medicine did you give me? It’s incredible. As soon as I took it, I felt better—and now, I even feel invigorated p>
His words weren’t an exaggeration. The effects of the pill were astonishing, unlike anything he had experienced before.
Yelena offered a gentle smile. “It’s a special medication for heart problems. It’s designed to work quickly and alleviate symptoms effectively p>
The old man nodded in admiration. “It’s remarkable!” He had tried countless heart medications over the years, but none had worked this fast—or felt this good. He glanced at the unlabeled porcelain bottle in Yelena’s hand, curiosity flickering in his eyes. “Where can I get this? I’d like to buy some for myself p>
Yelena’s expression softened as she explained, “Sir, this medicine isn’t available on the market yet. I created it myself using rare ingredients. But if you need it, I can give you this bottle. There are about ten pills inside. Take one daily, and it should help improve your condition significantly. It’s formulated to restore your vital energy, which is currently depleted p>
The old man was taken aback by her generosity. The medicine was clearly valuable, and her willingness to give it away was unexpected.
Yelena handed him the bottle with ease. To her, the man felt trustworthy, and she didn’t mind sharing something precious with someone in need. “Please take it,” she added.
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If Brody ever found out that Yelena had given away the entire bottle, he’d surely have a fit. After all, these pills were priceless—not something money alone could buy. But Yelena wasn’t worried. She could always prepare another batch for Brody when she returned home.
“This medicine must be expensive,” the old man said, his voice steady but insistent. “Please, let me at least pay for the cost of making them p>
Yelena offered a calm smile, her expression warm and unwavering. “There’s no need. Let’s call it fate that our paths crossed today. Consider this a gift. Once you’ve taken the full course, your heart condition should improve greatly p>
Yelena’s expression turned thoughtful, her tone laced with gentle curiosity. “When I checked your pulse earlier, I noticed something unusual. Do you often experience blurred vision or difficulty seeing clearly p>
Dwight’s eyes widened with surprise, his voice tinged with awe as he replied, “Yes, that’s exactly right. How could you know?” He exhaled deeply, his words carrying the weight of his struggle. “I have a tumor pressing on my optic nerve. It’s been causing these issues for a long time. But at my age, no doctor has felt confident enough to attempt surgery p>
Every specialist he had consulted told him that the risks were too high. As a result, he accepted his condition and carried on with his life.
Earlier that day, Dwight had ventured out for a walk while his butler ran an errand to buy water. Out of nowhere, a sharp pain seized his chest—his heart betraying him at the worst possible moment.