"Hello. A mutual friend sent me here to evaluate Mr. Shipley's condition." Since no one offered any introductions, she kept the greeting generalized.
Helen frowned immediately. "Mom... is this some kind of joke?"
Agnes was equally unsure. This girl looked like she had just crawled out of a swamp. If she didn't know what she was doing, what if she made her husband's condition even worse?
"Are you... actually trained in medicine?"
"I've studied under a master. I know a thing or two."
Agnes's daughter panicked. "Mom, absolutely not. We can't let her anywhere near Dad. Look at her—she doesn't look like any specialist I've ever seen!"
Agnes, too afraid to risk it, offered a polite dismissal. "Thank you for coming, but the top doctors in the city have already declared these complications permanent. There's nothing more to be done. We appreciate you making the trip out here."
Stella subtly rolled her eyes. As expected, they were entirely judging a book by its cover!
Whatever. She had done her due diligence for the Abbot. If they didn't believe in her skills, she wasn't going to force them.
She turned on her heel and prepared to leave.
Suddenly, Orville coughed from his wheelchair, his speech horribly slurred. "Wai..."
He was trying to say, "Wait a minute."
Agnes rushed over to gently rub his back. "Don't get worked up, dear. Do you want this young woman to stay?"
Orville weakly raised a trembling finger, pointing directly at Stella. "Treat."
"Okay, okay. I understand. We'll let her treat you."
Agnes then walked back over to Stella. "Please, miss, don't leave. We were out of line just now. Please take a look at my husband."
Since her husband was insisting on trusting this stranger, they had to at least give her a chance.
Stella turned back around. Seeing that the older woman's attitude had softened, she pulled up a chair and sat directly in front of Orville.


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