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Chapter 3: Rescuing Someone on the Street
“Boss, you really do have a discerning eye! I’ll get the money ready for the Yarwood family now!”
Wynter’s gaze remained calm and detached as she responded, “No rush. I’ll head to bed first and take care of it tomorrow.”
Aside from making money, Wynter’s greatest passion was treating complex and unusual diseases. Cases like the one from the Yarwood family were particularly appealing to her. She was the only one who could remain unruffled by their high-profile arrival in Southville.
Meanwhile, all the prestigious families in the city were scrambling. Even the Yates family, known for their wealth, were desperately trying to establish connections to secure an invitation from the Yarwood family. Rumors were circulating through both elite and ordinary circles, making this month in Southville exceptionally lively.
First, the richest man in Kingbourne was looking for his missing granddaughter, and now, the Yarwood family had arrived in town for medical consultations. Whispers were that the legendary “Dr. Miracle” had appeared in Southville, prompting the Yarwood family’s visit.
However, the rumors surrounding this “Dr. Miracle” were so mixed that no one knew what to believe.
With the Yarwood family’s invitation, the mysterious doctor might finally make an appearance…
The next morning, Wynter woke up late, just like any other working person who had no desire to leave the comfort of their warm bed on a cool morning. But she knew she had to work.
After washing up, she left the house with just a bag, her face free of makeup. She grabbed a public bike, avoiding the traffic during the morning rush hour.
“Hello, Wynter. Heading out?”
“Mm… Yeah.”
As she passed through the neighborhood, she was greeted by several residents. Jacob, the fruit seller, handed her a hotdog, which she took without hesitation. She moved forward, blending seamlessly into the busy streets of Southville.
Half an hour later, at the renowned Caesar Hotel, the lobby was abuzz with activity. High-end cars were lined up outside, each one representing the upper crust of Southville’s elite.
In stark contrast, Wynter, riding her bicycle, seemed almost out of place, though she paid it no mind.
Before she could even park her bike, the security guard, Micah, approached, eager to dismiss her.
“Go away. Where did you poor student come from? We’re not open to the public today,” he sneered.
Wynter didn’t flinch. She calmly propped her bike up and met his gaze with unwavering composure. “I’m here to save someone.”
“You?” Micah laughed mockingly. “Here to save someone? Little girl, you’re not even old enough to call yourself a doctor. You’re just making things up.”
Wynter thought for a moment, then pulled out the invitation page on her phone and showed it to him. “Please inform the people inside that Dr. Miracle has arrived to accept the invitation.”
“Dr. Miracle?” Micah scoffed, looking at her phone with disdain. “I’ve seen many invitations, but I’ve never seen someone show it like this. Nice try, kid.”
With a dismissive wave of his hand, Micah turned to open the door for a luxury car. “Madam Gibson, Ms. Yates, you’ve arrived. I’ll inform the people inside and prepare tea for you.”
The people inside the luxury car barely acknowledged him, only nodding curtly. Micah was thrilled, as though he had just secured a huge bonus for himself.
As the car drove by, Wynter noticed the woman inside the car, Yvette, glance at her. There was a flicker of recognition in her eyes before Yvette quickly masked it with a smile.
Madam Gibson noticed the hesitation. “Yvette, what’s wrong?”
Yvette chuckled lightly, dismissing the moment. “Nothing.”
Wynter remained unfazed, her eyes indifferent. She walked with quiet determination, the corners of her mouth curving into a subtle, knowing smile.
She never imagined that someone who could make life-or-death decisions with a single needle would be dismissed so easily.
Indeed, it was often those who fell from power that faced such indignity. Wynter raised her lips slightly in amusement.
She believed that fate played a key role in healing. She would never treat anyone who sought personal gain or treated healing as a mere business transaction.
Today, she decided to skip this consultation.
As she pulled out her phone to send a message rejecting the invitation, a sudden scream pierced the air.
“Oh no, someone fainted!”
A crowd immediately began to gather.
“Oh my God! It’s a child!”
“His face is so pale…”
Without a second thought, Wynter stopped her bike and pushed her way through the crowd, her voice steady as she announced, “Please make way. Keep the airway open. The patient needs ventilation to cool down.”
Her calm authority immediately silenced the onlookers, and they parted to make room for her.
The child, a boy no older than three or four, was lying unconscious on the ground, his forehead slick with sweat.
One of the bystanders, seeing a man in a white coat nearby, grabbed him urgently. “Young man, you’re a doctor, right? Quickly save this child!”
The man shook his head dismissively. “No, I can’t. The family isn’t here, and I’m not allowed to act on my own. Besides, I don’t treat just anyone.”
Wynter didn’t hesitate. She moved forward with a professional grace, her tone leaving no room for doubt. “Please clear the area. Let me through. The child needs immediate treatment.”
Her firm presence commanded the crowd’s attention. They stepped aside without questioning her.
She knelt down beside the boy and gently felt his pulse before quickly checking his breathing.
A woman in the crowd, Patricia, looked at her with a mix of concern and doubt. “Little girl, you’re so young. Are you sure you can handle this?”
Wynter didn’t respond to her directly, focusing on the child instead.
