Third Uncle said this person had a high level of knowledge about antiques, but Grace Clark was a bit skeptical. A household servant, with so few opportunities to study—how could he possibly be more knowledgeable than her, Grace Clark? The idea that he could identify the era of seven items was even more unbelievable.

This Eric Bennett might just be guessing.

Although Third Uncle didn’t say anything more afterward and simply fell into deep thought, Grace Clark became even more convinced of her suspicion. Sure enough, at dawn, she took Eric Bennett to the pawnshop—partly because there was indeed business to handle there, and partly because she wanted to see if this Eric Bennett really had any skills.

Unexpectedly, before they even reached the pawnshop, the group arrived at the medicine hall first. When everyone was at a loss, this Eric Bennett actually claimed he could treat illnesses. Where did this guy get such abilities?

“A little bit.”

Eric Bennett walked over to Grace Clark, saw her still staring blankly at him, and smiled slightly. In a low voice, Eric Bennett said, “Miss, could you please step aside?”

Grace Clark blushed, only then realizing that this servant was standing right next to her, within arm’s reach. But it was clearly for treating the patient, not for being inappropriate. She gave a soft “Mm,” and stepped back.

Only then did Eric Bennett approach Mr. Harris. He sighed inwardly. From his perspective, Mr. Harris had clearly fainted due to a sudden heart attack. In his own era, fast-acting heart pills were a fairly effective treatment, but talking about that now was useless. By the time he figured out the formula for those pills, the grass on Mr. Harris’s grave would probably be several feet high.

Fortunately, besides archaeology and rescuing cultural relics, he also knew a few other things. Reaching out, Eric Bennett placed his right hand on Mr. Harris’s pulse point...

Chapter Six: The Official’s Second Generation

Everyone saw Eric Bennett feeling the pulse just like Edward Clark, and all secretly shook their heads. They thought, after all, the second manager of Clark's Apothecary isn’t just there for show. If even Edward Clark couldn’t diagnose the illness, who would believe a servant could have a better insight than Edward Clark?

Besides, even if the illness was diagnosed, it wouldn’t help much. The urgent matter now was to save the patient.

Grace Clark had the same thought as everyone else. Seeing this, she frowned slightly and signaled to the maid Daisy and Edward Clark with her eyes, telling them to follow her instructions.

Eric Bennett didn’t know how to take a pulse.

It’s actually a rather advanced skill. Even in his own era, there were very few real Chinese medicine doctors who could truly read a pulse. Many of those you saw doing it were just giving patients psychological comfort; some didn’t even know what they themselves were doing.

But Eric Bennett knew exactly what he was doing.

He didn’t need to take the pulse!

With his hand on Mr. Harris’s pulse point, Eric Bennett brought his four fingers together and had already found the Ximen acupoint on Mr. Harris’s arm.

The Ximen acupoint is a point on the Pericardium Meridian of the hand, one of the twelve meridians of the human body, located on the palm side of the forearm, five inches above the wrist crease. Modern science has verified that long-term massage of the Pericardium Meridian can reduce heart pressure and improve blood supply.

In earlier years, Western medicine heavily criticized Chinese medicine, scoffing at meridian theory and even denying the existence of meridian points. Later, it was proven that Western medicine was wrong, and the twelve meridians of the human body do exist. After that, meridian studies flourished. In Eric Bennett’s era, knowing a bit about meridians was quite common. Some simple treatment methods were kept secret in hospitals—probably for fear that teaching patients would starve the doctors—but among the people, they quietly spread.

Eric Bennett was using a common emergency treatment for heart attacks. He wasn’t a Chinese medicine doctor, but after years in the field, he didn’t care whether it was Chinese or Western medicine—if it could cure, it was medicine; if it was just for money, it was a scam. He was quite familiar with simple treatments for common illnesses, and for Mr. Harris’s condition, he was fairly confident.

With his left thumb pressing the Ximen acupoint on Mr. Harris’s left arm, his right hand grasped Mr. Harris’s left palm. The left thumb rotated backward, the right hand shook outward, and Eric Bennett held his breath and focused, shaking about ten times. Then he saw the eyeballs move under Mr. Harris’s tightly closed eyelids. Eric Bennett switched to the Neiguan acupoint on Mr. Harris’s arm and shook several more times. After a bout of violent coughing, Mr. Harris suddenly opened his eyes.

“Mr. Harris is awake,” Grace Clark exclaimed softly.

Edward Clark and Daisy had already walked to the door, but hearing this, they turned back at once and rushed over. Their expressions toward Eric Bennett were now completely different from before.

How could this young servant, who could cure an illness just by shaking an arm a few times, be such a good doctor?

Grace Clark glanced at Eric Bennett, unable to hide her astonishment, but then turned to Mr. Harris and asked softly, “Mr. Harris, how are you feeling?”

As soon as Mr. Harris saw the young lady, tears streamed down his old face. “Miss, this old servant is useless. The deed to the medicine hall you entrusted to me was taken by the eldest young master.”

He was an old retainer of the The Clark Residence, having watched Emma Clark and Grace Clark grow up, and had always been loyal to the The Clark Family. After Xudu was rebuilt, most of the The Clarks clan moved there, and he followed as well, taking charge of the Clark's Apothecary and even personally safeguarding the deed to the medicine hall.

Mr. Harris had always regarded the medicine hall as his own home. When he saw the eldest young master trying to sell it, he did his best to steady Emma Clark and secretly sent the second manager to find the young lady. But he hadn’t expected the eldest young master to find and take the deed. In his shock and anger, he fainted.

Seeing that Mr. Harris cared nothing for his own health and only worried about the medicine hall, Grace Clark felt a pang in her heart. She raised the box and said, “Mr. Harris, don’t worry. The deed to the medicine hall is still here.”