Charles Clark said, “In the end, the Bodhisattva just smiled without saying a word. After thinking it over, I realized that the Bodhisattva is a nun, and nuns have no hair.”

　　Ethan Foster couldn’t help but say coldly, “You’re really bold, speaking nonsense in front of the Bodhisattva. Husband, what do you need so much money for?”

　　Charles Clark replied seriously, “Naturally, it’s to support you and the children you’ll bear for me in the future.”

　　Ethan Foster smiled sweetly, feeling the sincerity in Charles Clark’s words. Unconsciously, her body leaned a little closer to Charles Clark, taking on the demeanor of a shy young lady.

　　After leaving the temple gates, the sky gradually brightened, and the crowd grew. Charles Clark protected Ethan Foster as she got into the carriage. Ethan Foster said with a hint of stubbornness, “I’m not a child. Husband, there’s no need for this. So many people are watching.”

　　As she stepped onto the carriage shaft, Ethan Foster’s face suddenly turned even paler, cold sweat breaking out. She was about to say something, but her eyes wouldn’t obey her, her head suddenly felt unbearably heavy, and with a low cry, she fainted.

　　Charles Clark had been supporting Ethan Foster from behind with his hand. Suddenly, as Ethan Foster fell backward onto the carriage shaft, she landed right in his arms.

　　The coachman and the maid both cried out in alarm. The maid said, “Ah… Miss has fainted, young… young master… wha… what should we do?”

　　Charles Clark was startled as well, quickly scooped up Ethan Foster and got into the carriage, saying, “Quick, return to the residence!”

Chapter 005: Watch Clark’s Methods

　　On the sickbed, Ethan Foster slowly woke up, her whole body weak. She was still groggy, and with barely a breath, glanced at Charles Clark at the bedside.

　　Charles Clark was taking her pulse. He had moved a small stool to sit by the bed, his index and middle fingers gently resting on Ethan Foster’s wrist, checking her pulse, having already observed her mouth and complexion.

　　After a long while, Charles Clark let go of her hand. Judging from her tongue coating and initial pulse diagnosis, Ethan Foster had caught a common cold. This illness, whether in the Ming Dynasty or in later times, was a minor ailment, not a serious disease.

　　But what puzzled Charles Clark was that it was clearly just a minor cold, so why had it become so severe? He also remembered Ethan Foster saying she’d been ill for over two months, had taken many medicines, yet her condition only worsened.

　　“Could it be… I misdiagnosed? The cold is just a symptom?” Charles Clark furrowed his brows, not realizing that Ethan Foster had already woken up.

　　Ethan Foster didn’t disturb him. Her beautiful eyes quietly observed her husband, and she couldn’t help but find Charles Clark’s serious expression quite attractive, with a kind of stubborn boyishness.

　　Charles Clark thought for a moment, then took Ethan Foster’s pulse again, muttering, “No coating on the tongue, the pulse is floating and tight, yang energy is on the surface, all correct—this is strange.”

　　A look of confusion appeared on Charles Clark’s face. The more he thought about it, the more unbelievable it seemed. With years of clinical experience, he could clearly see it was a cold, yet another set of symptoms contradicted this. Now, what Charles Clark feared most was complications caused by some kind of cancer, because there are many causes for a cold, the most common being temperature changes, but the most serious is the growth of cancer cells, which weakens the body’s resistance and leads to many illnesses.

　　Charles Clark was lost in wild thoughts, telling himself, “No, she’s so young, how could she have cancer? There must be something wrong.” But he couldn’t figure out what the problem was.

　　Just then, the bedroom door was pushed open. The first to enter was an elderly man with graying temples, a head of silver hair, leaning on a cane, supported by Yvonne Foster. His cloudy eyes stared intently at Emily Foster on the bed, but his steps were quick, and in a moment he was at the bedside, asking with concern, “What’s wrong with Chenxi?”

　　The maid behind Charles Clark saw the old man and immediately curtsied, saying, “Greetings, Old Madam. Good day, Second Miss.”

　　The old madam sat on the bed, holding Ethan Foster’s hand. Seeing Ethan Foster’s lifeless eyes, she couldn’t help but say, “What kind of sin is this? Perfectly fine, and now she’s sick. After taking so much medicine, she’s not getting better.” Standing beside her, Yvonne Foster had lost all her usual willfulness, her eyes brimming with tears as she said to Ethan Foster, “Sister, how did you faint? Weren’t you fine this morning?”

　　Ethan Foster said weakly, “Grandmother, Yvonne, I’m fine, just tired.”

　　The old madam’s wrinkled mouth tightened, her face stern as she said, “This is nothing? You almost lost your life. Didn’t the Taoist say that a joyous event would cure you? Why has it gotten worse?” The old madam shot a cold glance at Charles Clark from the corner of her eye, then continued to Ethan Foster, “And you, your illness is so severe, yet you still went to Xizhao Temple. Do you know the whole Wen family is worried about you?”

　　Ethan Foster was about to say something, but her throat felt blocked, and she couldn’t catch her breath. She started coughing desperately.

　　At that moment, a man slowly walked in. He was tall and imposing, with tiger-like eyes full of confidence. After entering the bedroom, his steps quickened. He first saluted the old madam, then, after Ethan Foster on the sickbed called him “father,” he sat by the bed, looked at Ethan Foster, his expression growing grave, but a trace of affection flashed in his stern gaze. He said, “Father has already invited a famous doctor to treat you. Don’t worry, you’ll be fine.”