Although she found it somewhat unbelievable, as a driver, she clearly had no right to interfere with her young lady’s actions and could only wait quietly in the driver’s seat.

She waited for a full twenty-four minutes, but even after twenty-four minutes, the second young lady was still gazing intently out the window, showing no intention of asking her to drive away. Remembering the purpose of their visit, she couldn’t help but softly remind, “Second Miss, the Spirit User Guild Changning Province Twenty-Four Sects Representatives Conference is about to begin. If we don’t hurry over, I’m afraid we’ll be late.”

Sarah Cooper shook her head slightly. “Let’s wait a bit longer!”

Grace Miller frowned and, following the second young lady’s gaze, finally saw what her young lady was paying attention to.

About a hundred meters away on the grass, there was a wheelchair. In front of the wheelchair, a man of about twenty-three or twenty-four was using a cane, taking each step forward with great difficulty. From his tense face and the slight sweat on his brow, it was clear that every step was extremely painful for him.

About a meter in front of the man, a woman with a dignified and graceful demeanor was encouraging him with a joyful expression, cheering him on. Every time he took a step, she would be happy for quite a while, as if her great masterpiece had been recognized.

“Is that... a disabled person about to recover?”

Grace Miller observed the man for a moment, then said uncertainly.

A disabled person trying to walk.

While this was indeed a very joyous thing for the disabled man, she really couldn’t see what was so special about it that it would make her young lady linger for so long—nearly half an hour!

Grace Miller once again looked at the pair, trying to see what was so special about them, when Sarah Cooper, who had been staring at them intently, suddenly asked, “Sister Ling, can you find information on this man and woman? Even just the most basic information.”

“This...” Grace Miller glanced at the two, frowning. “We don’t know their names. It might be a bit troublesome to look them up... Besides, the conference is about to start. This concerns whether we can bring all twenty-four minor factions of Changning Province under the Spirit User Guild’s influence...”

But Sarah Cooper didn’t care about Grace Miller’s advice. Instead, she rarely showed a serious expression and pleaded, “Sister Ling, please.”

A hint of surprise appeared on Grace Miller’s face. She couldn’t help but glance again at the pair still struggling on the grass, clearly not understanding what kind of people they were to make her young lady treat them so seriously.

After a pause, under Sarah Cooper’s pleading gaze, she finally gave in and nodded helplessly. “I’ll do my best.”

With that, she took a small laptop from the bag beside the driver’s seat, activated the camera, and filmed the pair. After entering her current location and setting the search area, she began searching using her internal system.

As she searched, her gaze remained on the man.

Her young lady was one of the thirty-six branch presidents of the Spirit User Guild. Not only had she reached the extremely rare seventh level as a spirit user, but she also had the support of William Miller, known as a sage in the spirit user world. Her status was so distinguished that she was well-known throughout the entire spirit user community.

For such a person, every minute and every second was extremely precious. Even meetings with mayors or military commanders were scheduled back-to-back. Yet now, she was willing to delay the Changning Province Twenty-Four Sects Representatives Conference for these two ordinary people. No wonder, as a driver, she couldn’t help but pay attention to this pair.

At this moment, the disabled man had already walked nearly three meters, but this was clearly his limit. His slightly trembling legs and the sweat constantly appearing on his forehead made that obvious.

Seeing this, the woman hurried forward to support him and helped him sit back in the wheelchair. The man did not refuse and let her help him sit down.

However, the moment he sat down, he seemed to glance—intentionally or not—in their direction. That natural, casual look was so subtle that even Grace Miller, an elite who had earned the sixth-level spirit user medal, didn’t notice.

“Ding!”

A soft chime came from the laptop. The previously scrolling screen instantly froze, displaying the information of the woman among the pair.

“Miss, I’ve got it. This woman is named Anna Scott, born in Federal Year 2640, twenty-five years old this year, a physician who has earned a level six medical license, working at the First Central Hospital. She is currently the attending physician for this young man.”

“And who is this man?”