Novel Storm
Chapter 19
Chapter 19 Wynter Treats Fabian
Ryan’s concerns didn’t stem from looking down on Wynter.
It was just that the Quinnell family continuously operated discreetly and didn’t like to flaunt
their status.
Even when the scions went out to make a name for themselves, they didn’t mention being from the Quinnell 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. Quinnell’s identity.
Many prestigious families in Southdale were eager to get close to the Quinnell family. If they knew Fabian was here, how could he receive proper treatment? They couldn’t afford
Fabian’s situation to be known!
Wynter observed everything but said nothing. As a medical practitioner, she had an obligation to keep patient information confidential. Regardless of the other party’s identity, they were just her patient.
However, Wynter had some doubts. Why would the Quinnell family search for the lost heiress in the Harmony Community? She didn’t have time to dwell on it as they arrived at the hospital.
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, “Little princess… Where are you? Grandpa misses you so much…”
Alec was competent, but the symptoms were tricky to diagnose.
Upon seeing Mr. Quinnell losing consciousness, he became highly anxious and urged the hospital to summon Hilda quickly. As an expert who had won awards even abroad, Hilda would surely have a solution!
However, Hilda was still troubled by the incident with the Heavenly Medical Guild. Coupled with the hospital’s request for overtime, it led to her being unpleasant. “Register first. Do you think just anyone can consult me?”
“Dr. Gibson, here’s the situation. The old man is really sick, and his condition is
complicated. I’m worried he might be in critical condition,” explained the on–duty doctor, Sergio Lopez.
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Hilda snorted. “Then, refuse to see him. Let him go to another hospital!”
“That doesn’t seem right…” Sergio couldn’t help but speak up. “We should prioritize emergency care.”
“Are you teaching me how to do my job?” Hilda sneered.
Sergio quickly apologized, speaking softly, “It’s someone from Kingbourne. Why don’t you take a look?”
Kingbourne? Regardless of the person’s status, it was worth her time to visit. Hilda replied, ” Fine. Let the family wait.”
“Okay!”
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 the Yarwood family.
Meanwhile, inside the ward, a sudden commotion erupted.
“It’s bad! The patient’s cardiopulmonary function suddenly weakened!”
“Check his pupils!”
“Where are the patient’s family members? Where are they?”
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 here from Kingbourne…
The doctors inside were still shouting, “We need to perform surgery, and we need the patient’s family members to sign the consent form!”
The corridor was chaotic, with doctors and nurses rushing toward the ward. Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!
Wyntern, who had come with Ryan, saw this scene as soon as she arrived.
Ryan sensed the urgency and grabbed the pale–faced Alec. “What’s going on?”
Alec’s eyes were red with exhaustion, responded, “Mr. Quinnell might not make it.”
“Might not make it?” Ryan’s l*ps quivered. “How is that possible? Wasn’t it just a common cold?”
Alec shook his head. “It started as a common cold, but considering Mr. Quinnell’s health history, his lungs have always been problematic. He’s been tirelessly searching for Ms.
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Quinnell for days, and his condition has worsened.”
“Then, treat him!” Ryan yelled. “Do you want Mr. Quinnell to die on our watch?”
“I don’t want that either, but I’m helpless. Dr. Gibson hasn’t arrived, and I haven’t encountered such symptoms before. Mr. Quinnell—”
“I’ll give it a try,” Wynter interrupted calmly. Through the window, her beautiful eyes looked at the old man on the bed, struggling against death…