No Sex for Six Years Because of Her? I'm Done novel Chapter 228

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Amelia knew that Mason had gone through so much trouble to find this reclusive traditional medicine doctor for Evan’s legs.

But the world of traditional medicine was always messy and hard to judge.

There were many frauds who claimed to be miracle healers, but very few truly skilled doctors.

What if this practitioner was famous in name only?

That’s fine too.

She quietly thought she could treat this visit as testing the waters for Evan first.

If he really had such remarkable skills, then Evan’s legs might still have hope.

If not, then at worst, the trip would be for nothing. That was better than letting Evan get his hopes up only to be disappointed again.

With this mix of worry and self–comfort, the second half of the drive felt especially long.

After another half hour, the smooth ride slowly turned bumpy.

The car left the paved road and turned onto a narrow dirt path, finally stopping in front of an old and simple village.

It felt like a place forgotten by time.

White walls and gray tile roofs stood in neat rows, with green vines climbing up the corners.

The path into the village was paved with uneven stone slabs.

Amelia tried to walk a few steps with her cane, but it was difficult. A dull ache spread through her ankle.

Seeing this, Mason bent down in front of her without hesitation. “Get on.”

“What? No, I can walk slowly by myself…” Amelia’s cheeks flushed at once.

“The road is bad. If you fall, it will be worse,” Mason said firmly. His sharp profile looked steady under the broken shadows of the trees. “Get on. Don’t waste time.”

She couldn’t refuse his insistence.

After a brief pause, she carefully leaned onto his back.

The next second, strong arms lifted her legs, and she was carried up with ease.

Mason’s back was wide and warm. She could clearly feel the strength of his muscles and the steady rhythm of his steps.

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He walked with sure footing, each step solid and even.

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Chapter 228 The Hidden Doctor

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After the initial tension and shyness faded, Amelia felt an unexpected sense of safety. She didn’t worry at all that he might drop her.

His clean, cool scent mixed with the fresh smell of grass and trees filled her nose, making her heart skip without reason.

They passed through several quiet lanes and stopped in front of an old residence that looked more ancient and imposing than the others.

It had a tall gate and weathered gray brick walls. The heavy wooden doors were closed.

Mason freed one hand and knocked on the door ring.

The dull sound echoed through the quiet alley.

Soon, light footsteps sounded inside. The wooden door creaked open a crack.

A young woman with a cool expression peeked out.

She looked about the same age as Amelia. Her hair was tied in a neat low ponytail, and she wore a dark green traditional jacket. Her eyes were calm and deep.

“Are you Mr. Everett, the one I spoke to on the phone?” Her voice was as cool as her expression.

Mason nodded and spoke briefly. “Yes.”

“This is my friend. She fell down the stairs a while ago and injured her leg. Her cast has been off for a while, but she still can’t walk normally.”

The girl glanced at Amelia’s still swollen ankle, then stepped aside and opened the door wider. “Come in.”

Her tone stayed flat, but she added after a brief hesitation, “I told my grandfather you were coming. But… he hasn’t been well lately. He’s very low on energy. I’m not sure he still has the strength to do needle treatment.”

As soon as she finished speaking, an old voice came from the yard. “Kaia, who is it? Why all the noise?”

Mason carefully set Amelia down and held her steady as she walked into the yard with a limp.

Inside, Amelia saw a thin, white–haired old man lying on a bamboo rocking chair in the center of the courtyard. A light blanket covered him. His eyes were half closed, deep wrinkles lining his face.

Several waist high medicinal plants grew in the yard. In the corner, unknown herbs were laid out to dry. A faint herbal scent filled the air.

This frail looking old man was the legendary traditional practitioner, Zach Preston.

The young woman who opened the door was his granddaughter, Kaia Preston.

Kaia walked over quickly, bent down, and whispered by his ear, “Grandpa, this is Mr. Everett, the one I told you about. He’s here.”

Then she pointed at Amelia and briefly explained her condition.