Chapter 38 Saving Someone in the Middle of the Road
When Amelia stepped out of the room, Eric was outside, frowning and chatting with Brad, probably about the pillow situation.
Hearing the noise, Eric turned his head.
Seeing Amelia, he froze for a moment, seemingly surprised she came out so quickly, and called out, "Miss Martinez."
Amelia nodded and said to Eric, "I gave him acupuncture. He's already asleep."
Eric's jaw dropped. "You mean Mr. Johnson is asleep? Right now?"
This was normally impossible.
So Eric was very surprised, and Brad was clearly surprised too.
Amelia explained, "I made him fall asleep. He's been suffering from insomnia for a long time. This sleep will be very deep, and he might sleep straight through until tomorrow morning."
"When he wakes up, he'll feel very hungry, but don't let him eat anything heavy. Just give him some light millet porridge. In the morning, make sure he drinks ginseng soup."
"Today, I gave him the second acupuncture treatment. Tomorrow, he should not only be able to stand up but also walk with support."
"But keep an eye on him, don't let him walk too much."
"I wrote a prescription just now. It's specifically for improving sleep and regulating the stomach. Have someone get the medicine and brew it for him daily."
"I've written the dosage and how to take it on paper. As long as he drinks the medicine on time, his sleep and stomach will quickly return to normal."
"His legs will need a few more acupuncture treatments, and he should be able to walk normally. If he feels uncomfortable, call me immediately."
Amelia finished speaking a long list of instructions all at once.
Despite being so young and dressed casually, Amelia's presence was strong and her demeanor calm and natural.
Eric, who was usually decisive and commanding, listened and responded repeatedly, "Alright, Miss Martinez, I'll remember everything. I'll tell Mr. Johnson when he wakes up."
Brad was stunned.
Eric also found it incredible.
After Amelia gave Michael the first acupuncture treatment, he saw Michael stand up with his own eyes.
Before this, even the world's top neurologists couldn't achieve such substantial recovery for Michael.
Moreover, today, Amelia discovered the poison in Michael's pillow as soon as she arrived at the Johnson family, and within half an hour, she made Michael fall asleep, detailing his subsequent condition.
Looking down at the prescription Amelia wrote, the handwriting was wild and untidy.
Although Eric couldn't recognize a single herb name, he couldn't help but feel admiration.
This was clearly written by someone very skilled.
So carefree.
Amelia was no ordinary illegitimate daughter.
She was a miracle worker! A genius!
In just a few minutes, Eric's gaze toward Amelia was filled with admiration.
The Martinez family were truly blind, treating Rachel as a treasure, not realizing the real gem was Amelia.
Michael was incredibly lucky to meet her.
Eric asked, "Miss Martinez, what will you do next?"
"It's getting late, I'll head back to The Martinez Mansion," Amelia said.
Eric immediately said, "Let me drive you back."
"No need, have someone else take me."
Amelia glanced at Brad and said to Eric, "You should focus on finding out the source of that pillow."
Seeing Amelia glance at Brad and then subtly withdraw her gaze, Eric said, "Miss Martinez is right. I'll have Daryl take you back to The Martinez Mansion."
When Amelia left The Johnson Mansion, it was exactly three o'clock in the afternoon.
At a certain intersection, the car was waiting at a red light.
Amelia casually glanced out the window, but her eyes lit up, and she sat up straight.
There was a small cotton candy stand by the roadside.
A middle-aged man was tending to a small cart, with five or six sticks of pink and green cotton candy, some shaped like animals, looking adorable from afar.
Such cotton candy stands were rare nowadays; the last time she had some was years ago.
So Amelia asked Daryl to pull over.
"Just drop me off here. I'll walk the rest of the way. You can go back."
"Alright, Miss Martinez." Daryl responded respectfully, immediately getting out to open the car door for Amelia.
After getting out, Amelia walked toward the cotton candy stand.
Standing in front of the cart, she paid and asked the vendor for a strawberry-flavored cotton candy.
"Sure thing, ma'am. It'll be ready in a few minutes!"
The vendor said while skillfully opening the machine and pouring pink sugar into the center.
Amelia nodded.
She was waiting idly when she glanced to the side and her pupils suddenly shrank.
Not far away, a five or six-year-old boy, Rex Church, was running toward the middle of the road, seemingly to retrieve something that had rolled there.
His mother, Lila Glenn, was on the roadside, arguing on the phone, completely unaware that Rex had run off.
But the light was red.
Before Rex reached the middle of the road, Amelia's eyes lifted, and she saw a white truck speeding towards Rex.
Oh no!
There wasn't enough time to save him!
The truck driver noticed Rex too late, gasping in shock and slamming on the brakes while honking the horn.
The piercing horn and screeching brakes made the air vibrate, sending chills down everyone's spine.
Rex, terrified, turned and stared at the oncoming truck.
The truck was about to hit him!
At the last moment!
Lila, noticing Rex was gone, looked up and her heart stopped.
She screamed, "Rex!"
Everything happened within a second or two.
Lila was too far to save Rex, but she ran forward desperately.
At the same time, she was filled with despair, expecting to hear the crash and see Rex hit by the truck.
But to Lila's surprise, a figure moved faster than her.
In that instant, she saw the truck suddenly stop, or rather, everything around seemed to freeze.
She herself seemed unable to move.
She watched as the figure grabbed Rex, rolling away just as the truck sped past their previous spot.
The truck skidded for another ten feet before coming to a complete stop.
Amelia shielded Rex as they rolled several times. When they stopped, she felt a sharp pain in her throat. The next moment, she coughed up blood.
Meanwhile, in a large room with black walls, a complex instrument on a desk suddenly flashed.
A man in a white robe, Delmar Puckett, walked over, his expression serious, and picked up the instrument.
The flash indicated a location—Celestria, River City.
Delmar took a deep breath, his elegant features turning cold.
Finally, he knew where she was.