NovelOnline"Three days ago, right about this time?" The middle-aged man seemed a bit puzzled and took a while to respond, "We were at a wedding in Oakridge City for the son of one of her good friends. At about 8 pm when we were about to leave, her friend said she was having a blast and wanted her to stick around for a few more glasses of fruit wine, which wasn't that strong." "That's about it." Arabella explained as she treated her, "This type of drug can only be mixed with alcohol. If you put it in mineral water or any other drink, it'll taste funny, and you would sniff it out. But when it's mixed with alcohol, it doesn't change the taste, and that's when it really kicks in." "You're saying her friend spiked her fruit wine?" The man was even more confused, "But that's impossible.
They've been friends for 20 years, keeping in touch all this time." Arabella didn't bother speculating about other people's business. She just did what she had to do.
"Will my wife be alright?" The man looked at the woman lying on the ground, writhing in pain, curled up. If he could, he'd take on all her pain.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"I'll detox her first." Arabella continued her treatment, "Her stomach's taken a bit of a hit. We'll need to follow up with medication. You can get the meds according to my prescription. I'll write it down before you leave." The man looked surprised, "Ms. Mirabelle, you're a doctor too?" Who would have thought this young lady could not only paint and compose music, but she could also save lives.
What a jack of all trades! "For the next three days, ask her to avoid spicy food. Keep her diet light." Arabella saw that the woman was doing better and stopped the treatment.
"Honey, are you feeling any better?" The man quickly helped the woman up and held her in his arms.
"Much better. It doesn't hurt anymore." The lady was amazed at Arabella's medical skills. She had been in excruciating pain but now felt like she'd sprung back to life, only a little weak.
Arabella put away her tools, took out a pen and paper, and wrote down the prescription, dosage, and precautions.
Looking at Arabella's precise and forceful handwriting, the man was amazed. It suddenly hit him that her handwriting seemed familiar. He'd seen it somewhere.
Earlier tonight at the warehouse, when the girl had signed for him, he'd found her handwriting familiar.
Suddenly, it dawned on him. He had a collection of works by a famous calligrapher, and her writing was identical to that person's.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmWhether it was the style or size, it was a carbon copy.
Could it be that she was also a calligrapher? This thought blew his mind.
"She should be fully recovered after taking the medication for three days." Arabella handed the prescription to the middle-aged man.
The man was jolted back to reality, "Thank you so much. | really can't thank you enough." "Melody, thank God you were here." The elegant lady squeezed Arabella's hand, her beautiful eyes filled with gratitude and admiration.
Before the man could ask about Arabella's identity, he heard his wife say, "Honey, shouldn't you be thanking her?" "Oh, right." The man quickly took a check out of his pocket, signed it, and was about to hand it to her.
"There's no need. Never mind." Arabella gently looked at the beautiful lady, holding her hand tight, and said, "Take good rest when you get home, and try to lay off coffee for a few days." "Why's that?" The man was puzzled, "Is there a problem?" Arabella smiled slightly, "Drinking coffee at night might overstimulate the nervous system and mess with your sleep."
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