Chapter 19
Return of the Lost Heiress
Ryanâs concerns didnât stem from looking down on Wynter.
It was just that the Quinnell family continuously operated discreetly and didnât like to flaunt
their status.
Even when the scions went out to make a name for themselves, they didnât mention being from theQuinnell family. 1
This time, in Southdale, they only wanted to fetch Ms. Quinnell back quietly without drawing attention.
Ryan had just been frightened, thinking he had inadvertently revealed Mr. Quinnellâs identity.
Many prestigious families in Southdale were eager to get close to the Quinnell family. If they knewFabian was here, how could he receive proper treatment? They couldnât afford
Fabianâs situation to be known!
Wynter observed everything but said nothing. As a medical practitioner, she had an obligation to keeppatient information confidential. Regardless of the other partyâs identity, they were just her patient.
However, Wynter had some doubts. Why would the Quinnell family search for the lost heiress in theHarmony Community? She didnât have time to dwell on it as they arrived at the hospital.@@novelbin@@
In the VIP ward 601 of the Traditional Medicine Hospital, Fabian lay on the bed with a furrowed brow,burning with fever, coughing incessantly, murmuring, âLittle princess⦠Where are you? Grandpamisses you so muchâ¦â
Alec was competent, but the symptoms were tricky to diagnose.
Upon seeing Mr. Quinnell losing consciousness, he became highly anxious and urged the hospital tosummon Hilda quickly. As an expert who had won awards even abroad, Hilda would surely have asolution!
However, Hilda was still troubled by the incident with the Heavenly Medical Guild. Coupled with thehospitalâs request for overtime, it led to her being unpleasant. âRegister first. Do you think just anyonecan consult me?â
âDr. Gibson, hereâs the situation. The old man is really sick, and his condition is
complicated. Iâm worried he might be in critical condition,â explained the onâduty doctor, Sergio Lopez.
Hilda snorted. âThen, refuse to see him. Let him go to another hospital!â
âThat doesnât seem rightâ¦â Sergio couldnât help but speak up. âWe should prioritize emergency care.â
âAre you teaching me how to do my job?â Hilda sneered.
Sergio quickly apologized, speaking softly, âItâs someone from Kingbourne. Why donât you take a look?â
Kingbourne? Regardless of the personâs status, it was worth her time to visit. Hilda replied, â Fine. Letthe family wait.â
âOkay!â
Although Hilda agreed to come, she was dragging her feet and nowhere to be found.
Alec paced anxiously outside the ward, feeling helpless and resorting to seeking assistance from theYarwood family.
Meanwhile, inside the ward, a sudden commotion erupted.
âItâs bad! The patientâs cardiopulmonary function suddenly weakened!â
âCheck his pupils!â
âWhere are the patientâs family members? Where are they?â
Alec heard this, and his cold sweat broke out. What should he do now?
Should he inform Mr. Yarwood? But even if they hurried, it would take at least six hours to get herefrom Kingbourneâ¦
The doctors inside were still shouting, âWe need to perform surgery, and we need the patientâs familymembers to sign the consent form!â
The corridor was chaotic, with doctors and nurses rushing toward the ward.
Wyntern, who had come with Ryan, saw this scene as soon as she arrived.
Ryan sensed the urgency and grabbed the paleâfaced Alec. âWhatâs going on?â
Alecâs eyes were red with exhaustion, responded, âMr. Quinnell might not make it.â
âMight not make it?â Ryanâs l*ps quivered. âHow is that possible? Wasnât it just a common cold?â
Alec shook his head. âIt started as a common cold, but considering Mr. Quinnellâs health history, hislungs have always been problematic. Heâs been tirelessly searching for Ms.
Quinnell for days, and his condition has worsened.â
âThen, treat him!â Ryan yelled. âDo you want Mr. Quinnell to die on our watch?â
âI donât want that either, but Iâm helpless. Dr. Gibson hasnât arrived, and I havenât encountered suchsymptoms before. Mr. Quinnellââ
âIâll give it a try,â Wynter interrupted calmly. Through the window, her beautiful eyes looked at the oldman on the bed, struggling against deathâ¦