She explained, "You’re in the deep mountains here, so the air quality should be great, and she doesn’t smoke, so she shouldn’t have gotten lung cancer. But you forgot, the mining process leads to environntal pollution. Also, if I’m not mistaken, Dottie’s Mom used to work at the mine when she was healthy, right? And many mine workers smoke, don’t they?"
Dottie’s Dad nodded, "Yes... My wife used to cook for the workers on site, and after als, they gathered to smoke a cigarette and take a break."
"That’s it," Sumr Monroe said, "Dottie’s Mom has been breathing second-hand smoke and dust from the mines for years, leading to lung cancer. Actually, Henry Stanton should have provided you with masks and regular dical check-ups for such projects, but those are sothing Henry wouldn’t bother to do."
"So that’s it, that’s it..."
As they were chatting, Dottie’s Mom woke up.
"Honey, how do you feel?" Dottie’s Dad hurried to her bedside to ask.
Dottie’s Mom took a breath and felt that the tightness in her chest was much better.
She answered truthfully, and Dottie’s Dad imdiately knelt down before Sumr Monroe.
"Miss Monroe, Doctor Monroe, thank you, truly thank you!"
Sumr Monroe couldn’t handle such a big gesture, and hastily asked Damian Knight to help him up.
She said, "At least five courses of treatnt are needed, and it’s best for Dottie’s Mom to relocate. The pollution from the mines has spread here, she needs better air."
"I’ll move right away! Move deeper into the mountains."
Sumr Monroe considered and said to Damian Knight, "Why don’t we let them co back to Crestfall with us? I’ll do acupuncture and prepare traditional dicine, then borrow Isaac Ross’s hospital for radiation therapy for Dottie’s Mom."
Damian Knight nodded, "Sure, it’s just a word."
"Then let’s do that!" Sumr Monroe looked at the two and asked, "Why don’t you co with us to Crestfall?"
They were worried about troubling Sumr Monroe and instinctively wanted to refuse, but after her repeated persuasion, they gratefully agreed.
Just then, both the traditional dicine and the chicken soup were ready.
The traditional dicine was bitter and had a special astringent taste, very difficult to swallow, and Dottie’s Mom vomited after just one sip, sowhat afraid of drinking that bowl of dicine.
Dottie’s Dad coaxed and persuaded her on the side, and finally, Dottie’s Mom drank all the dicine.
Sumr Monroe waited quietly next to them, when Damian Knight was about to ask what she was waiting for, Dottie’s Mom suddenly coughed violently.
"Cough..." Dottie’s Mom forcefully coughed out a mouthful of blackened blood.
Sumr Monroe let out a sigh of relief, "After several more treatnts, when the blood you cough up is no longer black, the treatnt would be nearly complete."
Just as she spoke, Damian Knight brought her the chicken soup.
The soup brewed from the old hen was thick and yellow, and Sumr Monroe disliked greasy soup and water, waved her hand to refuse, "I’d rather not drink?"
Damian Knight glared at her with a stern face, "Drink."
Sumr Monroe instantly empathized with Dottie’s Mom, pulled a long face and drank the chicken soup.
Damian Knight was satisfied and wiped the grease from her mouth corner with his finger pads, saying, "It’s about ti; we should set off."
"Hmm." Sumr Monroe turned her head and saw Dottie’s parents smiling at her, her face turned red instantly; she changed the topic, "Pack your luggage, and we’ll wait outside."
After saying this, she hurriedly walked out of the door.
Damian Knight chuckled softly and followed her.
Dottie’s parents quickly packed their luggage and got into the rear car.
The trunk of the car happened to have Henry Stanton in it.
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