The Million-Dollar Heart novel Chapter 1103

With a "beep" through her earbuds, a smirk played on Vivienne's lips.

"Looks like someone's getting impatient."

No sooner had Vivienne spoken than her account pinged with a deposit. The next moment, a deep voice from the village chief echoed from outside the door.

"I've transferred the money as you requested. From today, you'll start treating the folks of our village."

Vivienne didn't rush to reply, waiting instead for a nod from Logan. "We'll start making house calls from today. No need to worry."

A fleeting look of resentment flashed in the village chief's eyes before he cast a venomous glance at the firmly shut door and stormed off.

Vivienne and Logan quickly got ready and headed outside.

As they began at the edge of the village, word of Vivienne's healing from the day before had already spread, making her a beacon of hope to many.

Even before she could approach, a woman, her face swollen from crying, knelt at Vivienne's feet.

"Please, I beg of you, save my child. He's barely breathing, and I don't know what to do. Please, have mercy and help us."

The village remained shrouded in mist, the woman's cries adding to the somber mood.

Vivienne frowned, "Get up and show us what's wrong."

The woman scrambled to her feet, frequently looking back as if fearing Vivienne might change her mind.

Vivienne and Logan exchanged glances, alert to their surroundings as they followed the woman to a small house with just one visible room and seemingly an empty lot behind it.

Without a word, Vivienne followed the woman to the door.

The woman pushed open the creaking door, revealing a figure on the bed.

Squinting, Vivienne could just make out the faint breathing of the person in bed.

The room was dim, and the woman made no move to turn on the light, prompting Vivienne to command, "Turn on the light."

Hesitant, the woman didn't comply, so Vivienne flicked the switch herself.

"Ah!"

A scream filled the room as the child on the bed slowly opened his eyes, revealing a cloudy haze as if covered in a thin veil of gray.

The child, seeing strangers, covered himself with the blanket, trembling.

The mother rushed to embrace him, whispering reassurances.

Logan, puzzled by the family's behavior, looked to Vivienne for clarity.

Once the child calmed, Vivienne spoke, "When can we start the treatment? Many are waiting."