"Dr. Hart," Amelia's voice was calm and measured.
Dr. Hart immediately straightened up. "I'm here."
"Do you know how to boil water and recognize herbs?" Amelia nodded toward the medicine cabinet.
Dr. Hart nodded. "I recognize them, though a bit slowly."
"Jujube, Poria, roasted Atractylodes. Prepare them and have them ready." Amelia glanced at him. "If anyone comes for a massage, come find me."
Dr. Hart was speechless for a moment. Was she really putting him, a chief surgeon, at the front desk?
Amelia smiled, her eyes soft. "Don't want to do it?"
Dr. Hart rolled up his sleeves, his tone full of pride. "It’s an honor!"
He had come to learn her medical skills; being a receptionist was nothing to him!
After giving her instructions, Amelia led Carl into the inner room, which was furnis
