That evening, Brisa applied the navel patch near the acupoint. Shortly after, she began to feel warmth radiating from her navel, accompanied by a light sweat. It was surprisingly comfortable. She left the patch on, took her medicine, and went to bed.
For the first couple of nights, there wasn’t much change. However, on the third night, she suddenly woke up in the middle of the night.
Startled, she ran out of her room just as Abena was getting up to use the bathroom. Seeing her daughter clutching her abdomen, Abena panicked.
“What’s wrong? Does your stomach hurt? Is it the medicine? I knew it—there’s no way something this miraculous exists. The medicine must have caused problems, right? Is it food poisoning?”
Brisa, sweating profusely, quickly interrupted her. “No, Mom! It’s not that! Please get off the toilet—I need to pee so badly!”
“What? You need to pee?”
Abena froze, utterly shocked. “Really? Are you sure?”
Her disbelief was understandable. For 18 years, her daughter had never uttered the words “I need to pee.” Someone suffering from chronic bedwetting typically couldn’t hold their bladder; they would urinate unknowingly.
Still skeptical, Abena stepped aside, only to hear the sound of steady urination from the bathroom. It was prolonged, a clear indication that Brisa had been holding a lot in.
This time, Abena couldn’t contain her excitement. “Oh my god! It’s really working! My child, this is the first time in 18 years that you haven’t wet the bed!”
She hurriedly called out for her husband. “Come here! You won’t believe this!”
Mr.Martins came out, rubbing his eyes in confusion, only to be greeted by his wife’s ecstatic exclamations. He grinned broadly, saying, “We need to thank that doctor—what a miracle worker!”
“Exactly! Can you believe it? Brisa’s 18-year-long issue was solved with just a few doses of medicine. It’s almost supernatural!”
Brisa herself was overwhelmed with emotion. No one could fully understand how much this meant to her.
For years, she had been burdened by the smell of urine lingering on her body, a source of deep shame that made her want to disappear.
But now, for the first time, she didn’t wet the bed. She could wake up, go to the bathroom, and feel normal. How could she not be elated?
Amidst her joy, she recalled Sophia’s calm, reassuring voice and silently vowed to study Traditional Medicine one day. She wanted to become a miracle doctor, just like Sophia.
At the same time, Sophia had no idea she had become a role model for Brisa.
Instead, she was preoccupied with the problem of fixing her house.
Recently, there had been a lot of rain. By evening, it was pouring again.
Returning home, Sophia initially thought she could just ignore it, but soon water began leaking from the ceiling. It felt like living inside a “Water Curtain Cave,” with rain pouring in faster than it could be caught in basins. In the end, she had to pull out her entire bathtub just to catch the deluge.
Frustrated, Sophia sat down and began calculating the costs of a proper renovation. Something had to change—living like this wasn’t sustainable.
As Sophia continued scooping water from the floor, her phone rang.
“It’s me,” came the voice from the other end.
“Hello? Who’s this?” Sophia raised her voice, trying to hear over the sound of the rain.
Livinus frowned slightly. “What’s going on over there?”
Sophia finally caught his words. “The roof’s leaking!”
“Leaking? When was the last time waterproofing was done?”
How would she know? Houses like this were usually fixed only when something went wrong. This place had been unoccupied for years, and she had no idea about its maintenance history
