Charles Clark was exceptionally calm, looking straight at William Foster and saying, “If Doctor Hu won’t see her, then as Ethan’s husband, I’ll treat her myself.”

William Foster was being pulled by Yvonne Foster, so he could only glare angrily at Charles Clark.

Charles Clark continued, “Ethan is indeed suffering from wind-cold. Wind-cold is usually a minor ailment, but for her illness to become this severe, it’s most likely due to the wrong medication. As long as we find the cause, she can definitely be cured.”

William Foster’s face turned ashen. After hearing Charles Clark’s words, he looked down on Charles Clark even more. This bookworm—if even Doctor Hu couldn’t cure the illness, how dare he boast like this? If he hadn’t incited Ethan to go to the temple to offer incense early this morning, how would things have come to this? Naturally, it was all his fault.

He had thought that bringing in a son-in-law would cure his daughter’s illness, but now her condition had only worsened. How could William Foster not be angry? He shook off Yvonne Foster’s hand and reached out, wishing he could wring Charles Clark’s neck.

Just at that moment, Madam suddenly shouted sternly, “Zheng’er, what are you doing?”

William Foster’s body stiffened. He still listened to Madam, so his hands dropped at once and he said, “Mother…”

Madam’s face was cold, her cloudy eyes half open, half closed, as she said sharply, “Do you look like a father at all? Your daughter is on the verge of death, and you’re still taking it out on others? The most important thing now is to cure your daughter. Shouting and threatening here—do you think this is your Nanzhen Prefecture office?”

William Foster was startled, his face turning pale. He quickly bowed and said, “Your son knows he was wrong.”

Madam sat on the couch, tapping her cane on the floor, making a knocking sound, and said coldly, “He says he can cure her, so let him try. Now that things have come to this, we might as well treat a dead horse as if it were alive.” After speaking, Madam’s gaze finally fell on Charles Clark, and she forced a bit of kindness into her expression, saying, “Your name is Charles Clark?”

Charles Clark was also worried about Ethan. He had finally gotten a wife, and from now on would no longer be a lonely man with no one to care for him. Who would have thought that in less than a day, things would come to this, and his delicate wife would be gravely ill and untreatable? How could he care about William Foster’s scolding? All his attention was on Ethan Foster’s illness. Hearing Madam’s words, he quickly nodded to her.

Madam said decisively, “You say you can cure her, then I’ll trust you. No matter what medicine you use, as long as you can save Ethan, everything else can be discussed. Yvonne, don’t run around causing trouble these next few days. Take good care of your sister.”

With Madam’s instructions given, both Charles Clark and Yvonne Foster agreed.

William Foster, however, snorted coldly, glaring at Charles Clark with resentment, and said coldly, “If you can’t save her, you can be buried with Ethan.” As soon as he finished speaking, he happened to meet Madam’s fierce glare and was immediately frightened into silence, muttering, “Mother, you must also take care of your own health and not get upset.”

Chapter 006 Treating the Illness

“Lily, bring the prescriptions the doctors previously wrote for Miss.”

After Madam and William Foster left, Charles Clark once again examined Ethan Foster’s condition. In fact, what Doctor Hu said earlier wasn’t wrong. Now, Ethan Foster’s breathing was already faint and intermittent. After this shock, she was on the verge of death. If her illness wasn’t treated in time, they might really have to prepare for the worst.

Sometimes, if a minor illness is dragged on endlessly, and the patient’s body is weak, it can indeed become life-threatening.

Charles Clark’s mood grew tense—not because of William Foster’s warning, but because after spending just one day with Ethan Foster, he had already developed feelings for her. This was Charles Clark’s first woman; if he couldn’t save her, he would regret it for the rest of his life.

Lily was Ethan Foster’s personal maid, about thirteen or fourteen years old, a bit shy. She answered Charles Clark, gathered a few prescriptions, and handed them to him.

Yvonne Foster couldn’t help but lean over as well, bending down with her hands on her knees to look. Charles Clark glanced at her, just in time to see as she bent over, the faint outline of her snow-white bosom appeared. He immediately averted his eyes, scolding himself inwardly: “At a time like this, why am I looking at this? Stay calm, stay calm, don’t let such filthy thoughts cloud your mind.”

Yvonne Foster seemed to sense something, lowered her head to look at her chest, her face instantly turning red, and she straightened her back a bit.

Charles Clark didn’t care about Yvonne Foster’s shyness, focusing all his attention on the prescriptions. Without a doubt, all the doctors who had come had diagnosed Ethan Foster’s illness, and the prescriptions were all for wind-cold. This only confirmed his suspicion—Ethan Foster was indeed suffering from wind-cold.

What puzzled Charles Clark even more was that, while these medicines weren’t miracle cures, they certainly shouldn’t have made her condition worse. Could it be an allergic reaction?

With this thought, Charles Clark immediately shook his head. Allergic reactions have clear signs; it shouldn’t be hard to spot.

After pondering for a moment, he began to consider each medicine in the prescriptions: Ephedra… this is a common medicine for dispelling wind-cold, used in almost every case of wind-cold illness, so there’s definitely no problem. As for Schizonepeta, it’s also one of the most effective medicines for wind-cold—mild in flavor, warm in nature, non-toxic. Even if Ethan Foster took it and didn’t get better, it absolutely shouldn’t have made her condition worse.