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Novel Catalog
Chapter 62: Strange Patient
“Let’s get started!” Lydia raised her hand, signaling the opening of the manor’s inner secret door.
The consulting rooms began to appear one after another, revealing a series of rooms where doctors would treat the patients in groups. It felt like the start of a grand medical event, and everyone, doctors included, followed Lydia’s lead.
Hilda, eager to prove her family’s medical prowess, rushed ahead, her eyes gleaming with the chance to outshine others—especially Wynter, the so-called “arrogant girl.”
Soon enough, it became clear that the patients the Yarwoods had brought in were indeed difficult cases. Each group of doctors came out, their faces somber and reflective, having spent an inordinate amount of time trying to diagnose the patients. Some returned with solutions, but most were unsure about their findings.
The Gibsons and the Shepherds emerged from their rooms with confident smiles, while Felix, though struggling a little, managed to write a medical prescription. A few doctors even seemed unsure of the patient’s symptoms, whispering among themselves as they left the rooms, comparing notes as if they’d just completed an exam.
Xavier overheard one such conversation. “What disease does the third patient have?” one doctor asked.
“I can’t tell,” another replied. “When I asked the patient, he said he had a headache, but his X-rays don’t show any sign of a tumor.”
Xavier felt a knot tighten in his stomach. The uncertainty in the air was palpable. “Miss, we’d better not go in. Abel and I don’t have much experience with medical cases like these…”
Wynter, ever unbothered, turned to him with a soft smile. “Follow me.” She picked up her bag, her gaze unwavering, and stood up with an air of calm confidence.
It was finally their turn. As per the rankings, they were the last group to go, which only added to the pressure. After all, none of them had any official medical records, and they were all still students yet to graduate. Most of the room had already dismissed them as not worth taking seriously.
Xavier hesitated, gripping the doorframe. “Miss, I don’t know how to treat patients… maybe we should find someone else? I—”
Wynter, with a flick of her hand, kicked him into the consulting room. The Youngs looked on silently, unconvinced that the three of them had what it took. They expected her to falter during the consultation. After all, her grandmother had once caused a patient’s death by using the wrong medicine, and they knew Abel and Xavier had little more than basic skills. They figured the three of them would struggle against the complexity of these difficult cases.
Xavier’s doubts echoed his fears. As soon as they stepped inside the consulting room, he looked around helplessly. “Miss, treating a patient isn’t something to take lightly. We should at least look through the medical books first…”
But Wynter wasn’t listening. By now, she had already begun her diagnosis. Without missing a beat, she noted something down on the medical sheet and then turned her attention to the patient.
“Pulse blockage due to damp heat,” she murmured as she pressed one hand to the patient’s pulse. Without further hesitation, she asked, “Are you afraid of acupuncture?”
The patient shook his head, clearly trusting her. Wynter didn’t waste a moment—she skillfully performed acupuncture and bloodletting, moving with fluid precision. The entire process seemed effortless, and before anyone could blink, she had retracted the needle and moved on to the next task.
The patient, now sitting up, looked at her with surprise and gratitude. “I feel so much better already,” he said, his voice full of energy.
Xavier and Abel exchanged stunned glances, their mouths hanging open.
“Abel, your friend is a genius!” Xavier whispered, his voice full of awe.
Abel, still in shock, couldn’t reply at first. “But… Mrs. Yates Senior told me she had no talent… that her qualifications were average…” he murmured, unable to process what had just happened.
“It’s only been three minutes,” Xavier added, still in disbelief. “And she’s already treated two people!”
Wynter, unfazed by their astonishment, had already moved on to the third patient. She placed her fingertips gently on the patient’s wrist.
From behind the curtain, the patient continued to cough, but his breathing remained steady, and his pulse was strong. The cough itself didn’t seem particularly abnormal.
Wynter furrowed her brows slightly, closing her eyes in concentration. She listened to the pulse, her expression thoughtful. After a few moments, she opened her eyes, her gaze focused on the curtain.
“You said you have a headache?” she asked, her voice steady.
The patient, his voice hoarse from coughing, answered, “Yeah, I don’t know what’s happening. It’s been going on for a month now. Sometimes it hurts really badly, and the doctors couldn’t figure out what’s wrong.”
Wynter smiled slightly, then began writing on the medical diagnosis form. She didn’t ask for more details. Her focus was entirely on the patient’s pulse and the rhythm of his body.
For the others, it seemed like she had barely asked anything before coming to a conclusion, yet her diagnosis was already in motion.
Abel and Xavier could only watch in awe, their disbelief growing as they witnessed her incredible speed and accuracy.
They had expected her to struggle, to falter, but instead, she had handled every patient with unmatched confidence and skill. She truly was something else—an enigma they couldn’t quite wrap their heads around.
As she continued her work, they couldn’t help but feel the weight of the moment: Wynter was no ordinary medical student.
