Go Back and I Rule There novel Chapter 42

“Dr. Lopez,” Rosalind said slowly.

Dr. Lopez immediately straightened up. “Yes?”

“Do you know how to boil water and identify herbs?” Rosalind asked, nodding toward the medicine cabinet.

Dr. Lopez nodded. “I can, just a bit slowly.”

“Good,” Rosalind instructed, glancing sideways. “If someone comes in for a treatment, come and get me.”

Dr. Lopez was speechless. Was she really using him, a boss surgeon, as a receptionist?

A smile played on Rosalind's lips. “Don't want to?”

Dr. Lopez rolled up his sleeves. “It would be my honor.”

He was here to learn her medical techniques—acting as a receptionist was a small price to pay!

After giving her instructions, Rosalind led Warner into the inner room. The space was unexpectedly charming, with a soft treatment couch in the center and the scent of burning mugwort filling the air.

Beneath the couch, a closer look revealed it was connected to the stove in the outer area.

It resembled the heated brick beds, but with a modern twist. A layer of mugwort was spread under the couch, separated by a light purple gauze.

“Take off your clothes,” Rosalind said as she opened her medicine kit. She casually took a wooden hairpin and twisted her waist-length hair up. “Lie down.”

What?

Their young master was supposed to take off his clothes... in a place like this? And lie down?

David, who had just entered carrying a wooden basin, had a look of utter shock on his face.

Since the age of four, his young master hadn't let anyone touch him, preferring to do everything himself. The household staff knew to keep their distance. Even when traveling abroad, he stayed exclusively at their family's private estates.

And now,she was telling him to strip down in a clinic and get on the couch?

David couldn't help but mutter to himself. If she couldn't cure the illness, she was going to get herself killed...

A chill ran down David's spine, and he immediately vanished.

Once they were alone in the room, Warner lay down on the couch, shirtless.

His black trousers contrasted with the smooth lines of his athletic physique, which looked lean yet powerful in the soft light. With his hair falling messily across his forehead, he looked dangerously alluring—no one would ever guess he was a man suffering from a chronic illness.

He looked more like a powerful man who held the fate of others in his hands.

Rosalind smiled faintly, her fingertips moving directly to his abdomen.

Warner's sharp eyes narrowed, the corners lifting slightly.

“Relax,” Rosalind's voice was professional. “This is to soothe your digestive system.”

With that, she placed her hand on his abdomen, gently massaging in a clockwise motion around his navel.

The room was utterly silent, save for the sound of condensed steam dripping into the wooden basin...