Chapter 18
She had.
On several occasions, when he had been pulling all-nighters at home for a paper or a research project, Serena had stood timidly behind him, holding a restorative soup she had spent six hours preparing. She would say in a small, pleading voice, “Derek, if there’s anything you need help with, you can ask me. I can help p>
“You’re from the countryside, what could you possibly know? Stop bothering me!” At the time, he had shoved her away with extreme impatience.
The soup, which had simmered for six hours, crashed to the floor, filling the room with the scent of herbs.
Serena’s eyes had turned red. She knelt to clean up the mess, whispering timidly, “No… Derek, I really do understand. I can really help you p>
He hadn’t felt the slightest bit of guilt. In fact, he’d been annoyed that she had dirtied his room and interrupted his research. He had pointed at her and snapped, “You think you can understand medicine just because you can identify a few herbs and make soup? Get out! Stop wasting my time p>
Thinking back on it now, Derek’s expression grew even more strained. “You never explicitly said you knew traditional medicine. Besides… that’s completely different from the professional knowledge of Western medicine. It’s not like you could have helped me anyway p>
“Hah.” Serena’s eyes dripped with scorn. “Mr. Wynn, it was precisely the traditional medicine you look down on that just solved a critical case that your modern medicine couldn’t handle p>
She curved her red lips, looking at Derek and enunciating each word. “You really should brush up on your professional basics p>
Her cold eyes, like frosty stars, radiated endless contempt and disdain. “Get lost p>
In that moment, the genius that Derek had always been so proud of was utterly shattered to dust by Serena.
Without a second glance, Serena turned and left with Alfred.
She walked away with such effortless grace.
The elevator descended to the first floor, and Serena stepped out.
Just then, she saw a group of five people entering the elevator across the hall with an imposing presence.
As Serena lifted her gaze, her eyes met those of the man standing at the front of the group.
He stood tall and elegant, one hand in his pocket, exuding an air of cool indifference.
His black silk shirt was slightly loose, with two buttons undone, revealing a line of smooth, pale collarbone that only accentuated the aloof and ascetic beauty of his face, lending it a touch of untamed grace.
His face was quite easy on the eyes.
More handsome than any man she had ever seen.
The elevator doors slowly closed, breaking their gaze.
Serena didn’t give the brief encounter another thought. With her hands in her pockets, she strode out of the hospital like she owned the place.
“Nicholas, what’s this? Smitten with that little lady?” Nathan Hart leaned in close to Nicholas Blackwood, studying his expression. “She’s certainly a beauty. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a woman that stunning. I just wonder… is she even legal p>
Knowing that Brianna was out of danger, the tension that had gripped Nathan finally began to ease.
The man lifted his eyes, and in the shifting light, his refined and handsome face looked almost sinfully devilish.
“I’m not that much of a predator p>
Nathan reacted as if he’d discovered a new continent. “So, if she is legal, you’re going to turn into a p>
He didn’t get to finish.
The man’s cool gaze fell squarely on him.
Nathan fell silent, obediently covering his mouth and shrinking back.
Meanwhile.
Derek stared at the spot where Serena had disappeared, his eyes bloodshot, his pupils constricting again and again. He couldn’t shake off the shock.
She… she really just left like that?
Really just gave up the chance to connect with the Blackwood family of Vaelion City?
She just ignored him, her brother, and walked away so decisively?
Derek swallowed hard. A trace of unprecedented confusion appeared on his usually calm, proud, and confident face.
His expression was one of shattered
pride. He looked dazedly at Dr. Dawson Director who who is she? Miss Blackwood’s surgery. how did she manage it under those conditions without making an incision p>
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Dr. Dawson looked at him with a complicated expression.
Finally, he clapped him on the shoulder, a bit harder than necessary, carrying a hint
of a warning. “Derek, the surgery was a success, and Miss Blackwood is safe.
That’s all that matters p>
“Miss Blackwood nearly died
because of you and your team’s
mistakes. It was Miss Serena who
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intervened and saved the day, sparing you and this hospital from the Blackwood family’s wrath Don’t ask questions you shouldn task better for you, and for the Wynn family p>
After a slight pause, Dr. Dawson’s expression grew stern. “All of you, remember this:
Miss Serena saved your lives. You should be grateful p>
Just as he finished speaking, a set of slow, heavy footsteps echoed from the end of
the hallway.
Everyone turned toward the sound.
“Mr. Blackwood… Mr. Hart p>
Upon seeing the arrivals, the department heads and professors in the vicinity all spoke with deference.
But when they saw the person following the two men, their eyes widened in shock. Almost everyone present recognized him.
It was a renowned professor from the International Medical Association, a leading figure who represented the pinnacle of Elyndor’s medical expertise—the Golden Hand, Harold Whitman.
As expected of the Blackwood family p>
They had even managed to summon Professor Whitman.
“Status,” Nicholas Blackwood said as he approached. His voice was low, laced with the slight rasp and laziness of someone who had just woken up.
Although they had already updated Nicholas Blackwood when Miss Blackwood was wheeled out of surgery, Dr. Beverly now gave a much more detailed account of her current condition.
He had thought that with Miss Blackwood now out of danger, the two men’s anger would have subsided.
But the moment he finished
speaking, Nathan narrowed his eyes, his tone stripped of its usual playful demeanor and tinged with a chilling edges Starlight Royal Medical Center out of doctors? Are you
planning on shutting down?” Cóntent