The On-Demand Divine Doctor

Author: Danny

Chapter 1: Marriage Proposal

Words : 1814 Updated : Feb 18th, 2024

It was the dog days of summer, yet the cool breeze remained refreshing on the remote Shadowmere Peak. Deep in the dense forest within a mountain lay an isolated village called Petalwood Village. In the dark, early morning, the sound of a baby crying echoed from the house at the end of the village. "Congratulations, the baby is 7 pounds. They are both safe and sound." "Dr. Quinton, thank you. Thank you for helping us this time. You are worthy of being Mr. Quinton Sr.'s grandson. He must be proud of you!" "You're welcome, Waylon. You've lived next to Betty for so many years, and it's not easy for you to have a son. I'll head back now." Soon, there was a rustling sound in the house, and a tall, thin young man walked out. Although dressed in a rustic linen robe and carrying an aged medicine box on his back, he had a handsome face and captivating eyes. One glance and one would know this was no ordinary man. This was none other than Mitchell Quinton, the second heir of the "Healer's Guild," a family of traditional medicine practitioners. Though only eighteen, Mitchell looked righteous and his soft gaze had a comforting warmth, like a ray of morning sunshine filtering through the forest. "I'm the heir of Healer's Guild. I'm charming and attractive. Yet, here I am, delivering babies in this broken-down mountain village. What a waste of my talent!" Mitchell stood on the edge of a cliff, gazing at the looming metropolis in the distance. His pupils sparkled with fascination as he muttered to himself, a bit frustrated. He was stuck here because his grandpa had decreed ten years ago that he was not allowed to leave the mountain without permission. After venting his frustration, Mitchell went through his usual morning routine, starting with a set of the "Five-Animal Frolics" to balance his body's aura. He then meditated, closed his eyes, and let his energy settle in his elixir field. Facing the rising sun, he practiced the "Divine Farmer Mantra," an ancestral technique from the Healer's Guild, to absorb the energy of his surroundings. A lavender mist soon surrounded Mitchell, and a faint fragrance radiated from his body. The nearby flowers and plants seemed to grow more vibrant. Whoosh! At that moment, a graceful figure suddenly appeared behind Mitchell! Mitchell's eyes snapped open. With a swift motion, he stood up, turning just in time to dodge a sharp, swift kick. "Not bad, your martial skills have improved," a clear, cold voice remarked. Mitchell looked up and saw a beautiful woman dressed in plain white standing before him. Her features bore a slight resemblance to his own, and perhaps due to her long-term practice of martial arts, she radiated a sense of righteousness. "Helena, you've been sneaking up on me like this since young. I would be incredibly dumb to not be able to dodge your attack." Mitchell grinned but spoke with a hint of mock resentment. The woman was his sister, Helena Quinton. The Quinton family lineage was known for their dual cultivation of medicine and martial arts. Although Helena was a woman, she possessed exceptional talent and had practiced martial arts since young, resulting in remarkable skills. Meanwhile, Mitchell naturally shouldered the important responsibility of inheriting the family's medical expertise and integrating medicine into martial arts. Despite his slim build, he was a good fighter, and even the wild animals would flee at the sight of him! "Helena, it's so early in the morning. Why are you here instead of cultivating?" Mitchell chewed on a blade of grass, adding a hint of mischief to his honest and handsome face. He then wrapped his arm around Helena's shoulder. The two siblings stood side by side, their resemblance a testament to the superiority of their family's genes. Though Helena had a cold temperament, her tone softened with a touch of fondness reserved only for her brother. "Mitch, Grandpa said he has something important to discuss with you. He sent me to bring you home quickly before you wander off somewhere again." Mitchell sighed and said angrily, "Haha, where can I go to hang out? Apart from peeking at the most beautiful woman in the village bathing, what else can I do? I can't go down the mountain anyway..." Helena poked Mitchell in the forehead, pretended to be angry, and berated him jokingly, "Oh, come on. You will have a wife one day. That's better than peeking at someone else showering." "Ahem, I'm not in a hurry to get married. By the way, what's the important thing that Grandpa wants to see me for?" Mitchell asked, getting back to business. Helena shook her head. "I don't know either; let's go back first and talk about it." Then, she grabbed Mitchell's hand, and the two siblings rushed home. The sun rose, drying the dew on the grass. Helena and Mitchell returned to the Quinton family compound. They walked through the long, old alley and entered the main room. They saw an old man with white hair and a childlike face, who was reading a book that resembled erotic literature. "Grandpa, I brought Mitch," Helena said. The old man was startled and immediately closed the book, feeling a little embarrassed. When Mitchell saw this, he smiled mischievously and joked, "Old man, how many times have I told you that you should be careful now that you're old? Don't get too into these sorts of books. I'm scared you won't be able to take it." "Ahem, you brat, this is art—performance art, do you understand?" The red-faced old man was none other than Bowen Quinton, the head of the Quinton family. For Mitchell, he was both his grandfather and his master. "Grandpa, I'm going to practice my martial arts now that he's here." With that said, Helena was about to leave. But Bowen stopped her. "Helena, stay here. There will be guests coming, and I will announce something important about Mitchell." When Helena heard this, she halted in her tracks. Mitchell's face was full of confusion, and he couldn't help asking, "Guest? Who is it? Important? Are you going to increase my pocket money?" Bowen smiled mischievously and patted Mitchell on the shoulder. "Hahaha, if this goes smoothly, I will not only increase your pocket money, but our Quinton family will become the richest in the village!" Hearing the phrase "the richest in the village," Mitchell became excited. "Damn, old man, is that true? I'm an honest man; don't fool me!" Bowen stroked his beard and laughed loudly. "I am your grandfather; how could I deceive you? The most I can do is sell...ahem, it's a good day..." Seeing that Bowen changed the subject, Mitchell was confused and couldn't guess what sort of dealings would make them the richest in the village. Suddenly, Leeroy walked in anxiously and said breathlessly, "Ms. Ximenez is here!" "Ms. Ximenez?" Mitchell scratched his head, feeling a bad premonition in his heart. However, when Bowen heard this, his cloudy old eyes suddenly flashed with light, and he said excitedly, "Oh, she's finally here. Please invite her into the house quickly!" Soon, the sound of high-heeled shoes hitting the ground came from far to near. "Mr. Quinton Sr., I hope you will forgive me for my impromptu visit," a woman voice's sounded before her face came into view. The woman's voice was pleasant to the ear. Although she used honorifics in her words, her tone was neither humble nor arrogant, even a little cold. Then, a young woman walked into the house. Mitchell slowly raised his head and looked at the young woman, his pupils contracting sharply!

The On-Demand Divine Doctor

Chapter 1: Marriage Proposal

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