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Chapter 19: Wynter Treats Fabian
Ryan’s concern wasn’t a matter of looking down on Wynter.
It was more about the Quinnell family’s preference for discretion. They rarely, if ever, flaunted their high status. Even when the younger generation went out into the world to make names for themselves, they rarely revealed their ties to the prestigious Quinnell family. This time, they only intended to quietly bring Ms. Quinnell back to the fold, without attracting any unnecessary attention.
Ryan had simply been startled, fearing he had accidentally exposed Mr. Quinnell’s identity.
Many influential families in Southdale would love to forge connections with the Quinnell family. If they knew Fabian was here, would he receive the proper treatment? The risk of his situation becoming public was something they could not afford.
Wynter observed everything quietly, her thoughts carefully in check. As a medical professional, she was bound by the ethical duty of patient confidentiality. Regardless of who the patient was, her focus remained solely on his treatment. But even so, she couldn’t help but wonder—why was the Quinnell family searching for the missing heir in the Harmony Community? She didn’t have the time to contemplate it further, though, as they had already arrived at the hospital.
In VIP Ward 601 at the Traditional Medicine Hospital, Fabian lay on the bed, his brow furrowed in distress, burning with fever and coughing relentlessly. He murmured, “Little princess… Where are you? Grandpa misses you so much…”
Alec, usually confident in his medical skills, was now at a loss. Fabian’s condition was proving difficult to diagnose.
Seeing Mr. Quinnell lose consciousness only deepened Alec’s anxiety. He urgently instructed the hospital staff to contact Hilda, an award-winning expert who had practiced internationally. Surely she would know how to handle this case.
But Hilda, still rattled from her recent run-in with the Heavenly Medical Guild, was not in the best mood. The hospital’s request for overtime hadn’t helped either. “Register first. Do you think just anyone can consult me?” she snapped when contacted.
“Dr. Gibson, the situation is serious. The old man’s condition is complex, and I’m worried he might be in critical condition,” explained Dr. Sergio Lopez, the on-duty physician.
Hilda scoffed, “Then don’t bother me. Let him go to another hospital.”
“That doesn’t seem right…” Sergio hesitated. “Shouldn’t we prioritize emergency care?”
“Are you teaching me how to do my job?” Hilda’s tone dripped with disdain.
Realizing his mistake, Sergio quickly apologized. “It’s someone from Kingbourne. Perhaps you could make an exception?”
The mention of Kingbourne caught Hilda’s attention. Regardless of the individual’s status, the request now seemed more worthy of her time. “Fine. Let the family wait,” she muttered.
“Okay!” Sergio hurriedly relayed the message.
Though Hilda agreed to come, she made no move to rush. She seemed to be taking her time, and her absence left everyone outside the ward anxiously pacing. Alec, feeling increasingly desperate, even considered reaching out to the Yarwood family for help.
Inside the ward, however, things were spiraling out of control.
“It’s bad! The patient’s cardiopulmonary function is rapidly declining!”
“Check his pupils!”
“Where are the family members? Where are they?”
Alec could hear the shouting, the urgency in their voices enough to break his composure. His mind raced—should he call Mr. Yarwood? But even if he did, it would take at least six hours for help to arrive from Kingbourne.
The doctors in the ward were still scrambling. “We need to perform surgery, and we need the family to sign the consent form!”
Chaos filled the corridor as medical staff rushed to the ward.
Wynter, who had come with Ryan, witnessed the scene the moment she stepped into the hospital. Ryan, sensing the intensity of the situation, grabbed Alec’s arm.
“What’s going on?” Ryan demanded, his voice strained.
Alec, with eyes red from exhaustion, barely held it together as he replied, “Mr. Quinnell might not make it.”
“Might not make it?” Ryan’s lips trembled, disbelief etched across his face. “But it was just a cold—how did it get this bad?”
Alec shook his head in frustration. “It started as a simple cold, yes, but given Mr. Quinnell’s health history, especially with his lungs, it’s much worse now. He’s been desperately searching for Ms. Quinnell for days, and his condition has deteriorated.”
Ryan’s patience snapped. “Then treat him!” His voice rose, desperate. “Do you want Mr. Quinnell to die on our watch?”
“I don’t want that either,” Alec replied, his voice thick with guilt. “But I’m helpless. Dr. Gibson hasn’t shown up yet, and I’ve never encountered symptoms like this before. Mr. Quinnell’s—”
“I’ll give it a try,” Wynter interrupted, her calm demeanor a stark contrast to the chaos around her. Her gaze fell through the window onto the struggling man on the bed. Her eyes, usually serene and composed, now held a determination as she stepped forward. “Let me see what I can do.”
