The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella)

Grady had a knack for medicine himself and could still recall those few

remarkable prescriptions Grady brought over years ago-formulas so intricate that only a true expert in alternative medicine could create them. So when he bumped into his old pal today, the pharmacy owner naturally wanted to reconnect.

Grady got the hint and, after a brief pause, said, "Sorry, the healer isn't with us anymore."

Even though someone had hinted recently that Nellie might still be alive, there was no telling if it was just a trap.

"Really?" The owner was caught off guard, "Not around anymore?"

Grady nodded, not offering any more details.

The owner felt a pang of regret hearing this, but given the healer's reputation and age from over a decade ago, it was likely he had been quite elderly then. Now, so many years later, it wasn't surprising if he had passed away.

"Thanks for letting me know," the owner said to Grady.

"No problem." Grady pressed his lips into a thin line as his phone rang. Seeing it was Cole, he grew serious, nodded to Mirabella, and stepped outside to take the call.

The owner was just about to swipe the card when it was snatched away.

"Tell me your friend's symptoms, maybe I can help," Mirabella said in a laid-back tone, her slender fingers holding the gold card.

"You?" The owner was taken aback.

Mirabella nodded, "Yep, me."

It wasn't about the money; it was about a healer's duty to help others.

...

A few minutes later, Grady came back from his call.

Mirabella put down her pen and slid a note over to the pharmacy owner. "If it doesn't work, feel free to come back and ruin my reputation."

The owner looked at the spirited

handwriting and its contents, his et

shock deepening. He glanced up at Mirabella, ready to say something, but she waved him off.

So, he kept quiet. Grady glanced curiously at the note in the owner's hand but couldn't make out what it said.

Mirabella handed the card back to Grady and picked up the plastic bag from the counter, "Let's go, Uncle."

Grady snapped back to reality and nodded, "Alright."

They left the pharmacy together.

The owner stood there, stunned for a moment. Once he gathered his thoughts, the first thing he did was save Mirabella's number from the note into his phone.

He then studied the prescription on the note, finding it more and more incredible. From just the brief symptoms he described, she could nail down the patient's condition so

accurately. How could some ve

like

this be 'just slightly knowledgeable about medicine'? And she looked barely twenty! noveldrama

Such skill, such a gap in abilities, truly made him feel humbled.

The owner sighed inwardly.

Quickly, he scrolled through his contacts and dialed a number.

**Meanwhile.**

Grady had just reached his car when another call came in. The guild needed him urgently.

After he hung up, the seriousness on Grady's face was almost tangible.

"Uncle, if you've got something important, go ahead. I can get back on my own," Mirabella said calmly.

"How could I do that?" Grady unlocked the car, "I'll drop you off first, then take care of my stuff. It won't delay anything."

But just as he said that, his phone rang again. Grady rubbed his forehead and decided to ignore it this time.