Claire, help an injured passerby.

Claire Wentworth thought that Alexandre Montfort must be a little clay figurine personally crafted by Nüwa. Otherwise, how could he be so perfect?

While she was lost in these musings, Alexandre Montfort suddenly let out a groan. Claire Wentworth's mind snapped back to the present. Unconsciously, she had pressed on his injured spot.

Claire Wentworth felt the abnormality beneath her fingertips. "It's going to hurt a bit now. You don't have to hold back." Alexandre Montfort's face flushed instantly. What kind of image would it be for a grown man to be groaning just because a young girl had pressed him a few times?

"Just shout if you want to!" Seeing him sweating profusely from suppressing the pain, Claire Wentworth kindly advised. Alexandre Montfort replied, "Walls have ears!" "Huh?" Claire Wentworth was confused for a moment. "They'll get the wrong idea!" "Oh." Claire Wentworth understood. She hadn't expected that Young Master Montfort would care about what others thought.

After the massage, Claire Wentworth placed her hand on Alexandre Montfort's head, carefully searching for the acupoints she needed. "For acupuncture, the first step is to unblock the meridians. Only when the meridians are unblocked can your body have a chance to recover. After your body functions return to a perfect state, we can proceed to the next stage of treatment." "If you feel sleepy during the acupuncture, feel free to sleep."

Just as Alexandre Montfort was about to agree, he heard Claire Wentworth continue, "Don't worry. Leo and Dr. Laurent will be present during the acupuncture." Alexandre Montfort: "…"

Soon, Leo and Dr. Laurent arrived. Under the watchful eyes of the two, Claire Wentworth carried out her work in an orderly manner. Sometimes she would discuss with Dr. Laurent. Then Dr. Laurent realized that Claire Wentworth's understanding of acupoints seemed different from his. In other words, the acupoint chart he had memorized was clearly not as detailed as Claire Wentworth's.

"Madame, where did you buy your acupoint chart?" "I didn't buy it. It was passed down to me by my master. Why?" "Then who is your master, Madame?" "My mother!" Claire Wentworth answered without hesitation. Her medical skills were learned from her master, Gaston Leroux, in her previous life. But now Gaston Leroux didn't even know her, so she could only shift the blame onto her mother.

Alexandre Montfort secretly glanced at her. Her mother had passed away when she was three. How could she have passed down an acupoint chart? And who on earth calls their mother "master"?

Dr. Laurent, who didn't know about Claire Wentworth's family situation, continued to ask, "Madame, I wonder which renowned doctor your mother was?" "Oh, she passed away a long time ago." Dr. Laurent was taken aback and stopped asking. But his gaze towards Claire Wentworth held a bit more sympathy and pity.

After finishing the acupuncture for Alexandre Montfort, Claire Wentworth was soaked in sweat. She excused herself, went back to her room, took a comfortable hot bath, and regained some energy. Returning to her study, she took out the medical book left by her mother and started memorizing the prescriptions earnestly. In the future, when seeing patients, she couldn't just take out her mother's notes to look up prescriptions while writing them. Even if the patients didn't say anything, once the notes were exposed, they might attract many covetous eyes. For the sake of safety, it was better to remember them in her head.

While she was engrossed in studying, Ryan knocked and entered Alexandre Montfort's room. "Young Master, news from Metropolis." "Bruce Griffith is secretly looking for a girl. She's twenty years old,He's said to be an excellent healer., ranked fifth on the hacker list, and highly proficient in the art of disguise!" "She suddenly ran away from home five days ago and her whereabouts are unknown."

Medicine, hacking, disguise, five days ago? Alexandre Montfort's eyes darkened suddenly. Ryan quickly glanced at him and then continued reporting, "Also, in the past two days, Luc Dupont has been investigating Madame." "Young Master, do you think Madame could be the person Bruce Griffith is looking for?" "She isn't!" Alexandre Montfort replied directly.

Ryan was stunned. What was wrong with the Young Master? In the past, even if he thought the information they had investigated was incorrect, he wouldn't make a conclusion directly. At most, he would ask them to investigate more carefully. What was going on today? Ryan looked at Leo. Leo had an expressionless face. Whether Madame was the person Bruce Griffith was looking for or not, from the moment she was in the Young Master's heart, there was no way she would have any further connection with Bruce Griffith.

"She isn't in disguise!" Alexandre Montfort added. He had been so close to her these past two days. How could he not tell if she was in disguise? "Have our people keep an eye on the person Bruce Griffith is looking for as well." "Yes, sir."

At six o'clock in the evening, Jocelyn came to knock on the door. "Madame, it's time to leave for the Dupont family's dinner party." Claire Wentworth closed the book, tidied up, and then opened the door and went out.

Just as the car was about to turn onto Lingbo Bridge, they suddenly saw a crowd gathering ahead. "It seems there's been a car accident. Someone's injured." Jocelyn said. "Stop and take a look." Claire Wentworth ordered. Jocelyn immediately turned the steering wheel and parked the car by the roadside.

Claire Wentworth got out of the car and walked towards the crowd. A bicycle was lying on the side of the road, and a young man in a delivery uniform was pinned underneath. Not far away, a white BMW was parked. The BMW owner was standing in front of the car, anxiously making a phone call. The onlookers were pointing and talking, but no one stepped forward to help.

The delivery guy's condition was really bad. His whole body was pinned under the bicycle, with a large scrape on his arm, bleeding profusely. His leg was still trapped under the bicycle, bent at a strange angle. Claire Wentworth frowned. She turned around and asked Jocelyn to help lift the bicycle aside, then reached out and carefully felt the man's leg bone. Fortunately, it was just a dislocation and not difficult to handle.

Claire Wentworth looked up into the delivery guy's eyes. "I'm going to set your bone now. It'll hurt a bit, so bear with it." The delivery guy nodded repeatedly. Just as Claire Wentworth was about to start, the BMW driver, who was on the phone, suddenly rushed over and grabbed Claire Wentworth's arm angrily.

"Let me tell you, I have full insurance, including third - party liability insurance. If you move him randomly before the insurance company's adjuster arrives and they refuse to pay, who will be responsible?" Claire Wentworth gave him a cold look. "I'll tell you this. If we leave him like this, his leg might not be saved. Then, you'll be held more accountable."

"Don't scare me. I have two million in third - party liability insurance. Even if he dies, the insurance company will pay." "If he dies, Who will take care of his parents, wife and children? Aren't you afraid he'll come to haunt you in the middle of the night?" Claire Wentworth retorted immediately.

The delivery guy also glared at the BMW owner, looking as if he could bite him. The onlookers also joined in. "Human life is at stake. Anyway, saving the person should come first." "That's right. You can afford a BMW, but you can't afford someone's medical bills?" "If you keep pestering like this, we'll expose you online and let everyone judge whether it's more important to save the person first or wait for the insurance company to assess the damage." The BMW owner fell silent.

Claire Wentworth turned around, and when the delivery guy wasn't expecting it, she gave a sudden strong push. With a "crack", the delivery guy let out a heart - rending scream.