In the afternoon, Deanna went to Lance's residence.
She double-checked the address he had given her to make sure she hadn't gone to the wrong place.
The place Lance lived in was called "Dilan Court".
What caught her eye was a modern-style villa with spacious gardens.
The air was fresh and invigorating.
With such a broad view, she couldn't help but sigh.
It's no wonder that wealthy people live in such good environments.
The garden layout was exquisite, resembling a scenic spot.
At a glance, one could tell it was designed by professionals, specifically tailored.
The butler was already standing at the villa's entrance, waiting to receive her.
Seeing Deanna, the butler bowed, "I presume you're Dr. Deanna? I'm Mr. Mercer's butler, you can call me Sam."
Deanna smiled politely and shook his hand, "Hello, Sam."
"The young master has instructed that Dr. Deanna will come. Please follow me inside," Sam said respectfully, inviting her in.
After she entered, her eyes lit up instantly.
The room's decoration mainly consisted of black and white tones.
Simple yet elegant, it exuded a sense of luxury.
Glancing at the walls, the decorative paintings and ornaments were all high-end, very upscale.
Every single one of them seemed invaluable.
She sighed inwardly, silently thinking, "No wonder it's the Mercer family, they have such extravagant taste."
Sam poured her a cup of tea and invited her to sit down.
Deanna didn't beat around the bush and straightforwardly explained her purpose, "Sam, don't bother. Today, the medicinal ingredients I brought for Mr. Mercer are mainly for making medicinal cuisine. If it's convenient, please summon your chef."
Sam agreed and called for the chef, Scotty.
He came hastily, still dressed in his chef's attire.
It seemed like he had rushed from cooking to meet her.
"Dr. Deanna, what do you need me to do?" Scotty bowed to her respectfully.
Sam had instructed him that she was the young master's doctor, a distinguished guest who couldn't be neglected.
Deanna nodded and instructed, "Prepare medicinal cuisine for the young master. These two ingredients need to be added first and boiled over high heat. Then, after fifteen minutes, add these four ingredients and simmer over low heat. After two hours, it can be served."
She carefully divided the medicine into two portions and explained the relevant precautions to Scotty.
Scotty scratched his head in confusion.
He was just a cook, what did he know about medicine?
With his temperament, he would definitely mess it up.
With an awkward smile, he mumbled, "Dr. Deanna, these medicinal ingredients look similar! If I put them all in, it shouldn't be a problem, right? They're all going into the young master's stomach anyway."
Deanna widened her eyes and solemnly said, "Of course not!"
Medicine and poison are two sides of the same coin. Medicinal ingredients used for treatment can also become poisonous.
"Huh?" Scotty was stunned, looking at her blankly, not knowing what to say.
She sighed helplessly and pointed to three of the ingredients, "These three need to be removed midway. Probably after you add those four, wait for an hour, and then they must be removed."
"What if they're cooked for too long?" Deanna explained, "Cooking them for too long will release toxins."
It wouldn't kill him, but it wouldn't be good for Lance's body.
Scotty's face immediately turned pale, frightened to the point where he didn't dare to cook anymore.
"Dr. Deanna, why don't you do it once to show me? I can also take notes to avoid mistakes later."
He requested, fearing the consequences if something went wrong with the cooking and the young master suffered harm.
Seeing his concern, Deanna felt helpless and went to the kitchen with him.
She was making medicinal soup for Lance.
While she cooked, Scotty assisted on the side.
The process of making the soup was complex, with about seven or eight steps.
It also took a long time, more than two hours.
It wasn't until dusk that she finally finished the soup.
At this time, Lance returned.
As soon as he entered, he smelled a refreshing medicinal fragrance wafting from the dining room.
He changed his shoes immediately and glanced into the kitchen.
What caught his eye was Deanna wearing an apron.
The domestic apron added a touch of gentle and virtuous temperament to her.
Steam rose from the pot on the stove, carrying the scent of medicine.
He couldn't help but be taken aback, "What's going on?"
Why was she here?
Asked like this, Deanna was also momentarily stunned.
She took off her apron and explained to him, "I came this afternoon to deliver medicine. Scotty said he couldn't cook it and was afraid of making mistakes and causing toxicity, so he asked me to cook a meal myself while he took notes."
Then she pointed to the pot of soup, "I just finished cooking it, and you came back."
Lance frowned and asked, "What kind of soup is this?"
Why didn't he remember his treatment plan including soup?
Deanna explained seriously, "This is to assist in your body's recovery, along with the medicine I prescribed for you and the medicinal baths. It can help you recover faster."
Hearing this, Lance leaned over and looked, feeling somewhat helpless.
Now he not only had to take medicine and soak in it, but even his meals were medicinal.
His entire body was going to be wrapped in medicine.
Moreover, this medicinal soup looked dark and eerie.
He furrowed his brows and asked, "Can this really be consumed?"