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Chapter 21: She is Actually an Attending Physician
“You really know medicine?” There was a note of astonishment in Alec’s voice.
Hilda, unable to contain her disdain, sneered. “Dr. Lopez, have you lost your mind? How could this little girl understand anything about medicine? She must have overheard some nurse talking about the symptoms.”
Before anyone could respond, the nurse quickly interjected, “Dr. Gibson, she just arrived. We haven’t had a chance to talk to her yet.”
Hilda turned, her eyes sharp and dismissive. “So what? How old is she? Barely out of school, right? Does she even have a license to treat patients?”
Wynter remained silent, her demeanor unflinching. Without a word, she calmly placed her medical license onto the chair, letting it rest there for all to see.
The silence in the room was palpable as everyone’s gaze shifted to the license, and then back to Wynter. To everyone’s shock, the license wasn’t just any certificate—it was the license of an attending physician.
Anyone who had studied medicine knew the immense challenge in obtaining the title of attending physician. It was a level that most doctors could only dream of reaching.
Hilda’s smug expression faltered as she processed this.
The doctors and nurses looked on, unable to hide their astonishment. “An attending physician? In Southdale, that’s almost the equivalent of a professor… She’s so young. How did she achieve that?”
Confronting Hilda with calm resolve, Wynter simply said, “Move aside.”
Hilda’s face drained of color as she eyed the license, scrutinizing it for any signs of forgery, but she couldn’t find any.
Meanwhile, Ryan had already moved to accompany Wynter into the ward, and Sergio was also preparing himself to assist. Even the nurses, usually hesitant to challenge Hilda, were now quietly pitching in. They understood that every second mattered for the patient’s survival.
Hilda, however, watched them all with venomous eyes, her pride wounded. She had never been humiliated in this manner in the hospital before.
“Let her handle it,” Hilda muttered under her breath, her voice laced with malice. “I want to see who’s going to cover for her if something goes wrong.”
Hilda had her own suspicions about the complexity of the patient’s condition. She had listened to Sergio’s description, and the more she thought about it, the more she suspected that this was going to be a difficult case.
Her reasons for stepping back were simple—poor patients rarely came with the kind of profit that justified the risk of taking on a complicated case like this. If something went wrong, it wouldn’t be her reputation on the line.
And for someone like Wynter, who seemed so eager to step into the spotlight, Hilda hoped she would slip up and make a mistake. When the patient’s family arrived, it would be quite the spectacle.
As far as Hilda knew, the patient’s family hadn’t signed the consent form yet, which meant Wynter wouldn’t have the legal clearance to proceed if anything went wrong.
She smirked as she gave an order, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “You all, turn on the video recording equipment in the emergency room.”
She turned to the staff, her eyes cold. “But don’t let anything happen. If something does, don’t blame the hospital.”
In the emergency room, Wynter had already donned a medical mask and sterile clothing, her presence commanding and focused. She stood by the patient’s bed, moving with precision, her every action exuding professionalism.
“Do we have the patient’s chest X-ray?” Wynter asked calmly.
Sergio responded immediately, handing it over.
Wynter took the X-ray, studying it for a moment before speaking with authority. “Large lobar pneumonia, accompanied by heart failure.”
Sergio nodded, confirming her observation.
She opened the medicine box, her movements swift and sure. “Report the patient’s underlying conditions and previous medications.”
Sergio did so without hesitation. “The patient is 78 years old, with several underlying diseases, including coronary heart disease, hypertension, and a history of urinary tract infections. The challenge is that the patient is allergic to many antibiotics, so we can’t use them recklessly.”
Wynter listened intently, her calm demeanor never wavering. She rolled up the patient’s sleeve, her gaze sharp. “As expected.”
Sergio’s eyes widened, clearly confused. “This is…”
“A tick bite,” Wynter replied simply.
The room went silent for a beat before the doctors and nurses in the observation room gasped in disbelief.
“We checked for so long and didn’t notice this wound,” one of them whispered.
“It’s so small… How did she see that?”
“I don’t know, but she’s impressive,” another nurse murmured. “She rolled up the sleeve and immediately knew it was a tick bite. She’s definitely got a sharp eye.”
“Her confidence is something else,” another added.
Wynter, undeterred by the attention, continued with her examination. The room buzzed with admiration, but her focus remained entirely on the patient.
