Hank raised his hand. He didn't want to say another word. The bodyguard behind him hurriedly spoke on his behalf. "Our second young master is missing. The information we've gotten suggests that he has joined the organization and is participating in activities, but we've checked everyone involved and he's not among them. “It is very likely that he has disguised himself and is using an alias to participate in the activities, but now he's here because he’s injured." "What's his name?" the dean asked cautiously. "His real name is Alex, but he definitely has an alias... Do you have anyone named Alex here?" the head of the bodyguards asked. The dean instructed the staff to check the recent records of patients who had come for treatment, carefully looked through them, and shook his head. "No, there's no one named Alex..." "You're right. Most of the patients who come to this hospital use aliases, not their real names..." the dean explained nervously, afraid that Hank might become
"Did you stop his legs from being amputated?" Hank stared at Melanie, his gaze flickering. "Yes," Melanie took a deep breath and replied. "How confident are you in helping his legs regain sensation with acupuncture?" Hank continued to stare at her, his voice cold. "Any doctor would say 50 percent at most, no matter what kind of surgery it was," Melanie paused and explained. "Fifty percent?" Hank coldly chuckled and walked up to Melanie with his hands behind his back. Looking down at her, he said, "Is this a joke?" Although he was smiling, his voice sounded like he was about to kill someone. Everyone fell silent. "Hank!" Behind them, Alex quickly intervened, "She's my benefactor! She told me before that she's confident, but she's saying 50 percent now because you scare her!" "Oh?" Hank glanced at Alex, then turned to Melanie. "Is that so?" Melanie wasn't familiar with Hank's tactics, so she could only nod, trusting Alex. "Since you trust each other so much, why did
Hank turned back and walked up to Professor Marshall. They faced each other. Others held their breath, afraid of being caught in the crossfire. Yet, Professor Marshall remained calm amid the confrontation and spoke firmly. "I won’t let anyone take away someone I brought here, unless I myself leave." Hank's expression remained unchanged, but his eye twitched. It was visibly clear that he was very angry, especially since Professor Marshall didn't care about his pride in front of so many people. However, after a few moments of silence, Hank sneered, "This hospital needs you, Professor Marshall. How can you leave?" After saying that, Hank's gaze suddenly turned cold and terrifying. "You there, come with me! The rest stay here to take care of Mr. Alex. Don't let him escape again! If his condition worsens, you will all be held accountable!" Hank left with his henchmen, leaving behind his chilling words which were still echoing in the ward. Melanie knew that not only was Han
Melanie’s first day at the hospital was tough, but she knew she had to quickly adapt to the rhythm here. She rested briefly. After that, she started to perform surgeries with Professor Marshall. For routine surgeries that were easy to perform, Professor Marshall trusted her enough to let her handle them herself. Melanie was fully focused, not daring to slack off in the slightest. She handled each wound with utmost care, striving for perfection. She didn’t want to leave any patients with regret. During another round of wound suturing, Professor Marshall looked at Melanie who was fully concentrated while suppressing an affectionate smile. "What's wrong? Feeling pressured?" "Huh?" Melanie didn't lift her head, still focused on suturing the surgery wound. "No." "I can tell you're tense all over. You can't fool anyone... Is it because you're not confident about healing Alex's leg? Are you afraid that Hank will hold you responsible?" Professor Marshall asked with concern again.
Professor Marshall had solved Professor Turner’s problems, and there was positive feedback from Professor Turner's side, which should have been great news. Melanie thought she would be able to sleep soundly, but unexpectedly, she heard news that Nathan intended to harm Ermin and Eliza... Even if she trusted Annie and William, how could she not worry? Nathan... She never forgot about seeking revenge on him. It was evident that although Nathan had not taken any action for a long time, he still remembered. As long as she was alive, he would never stop targeting her... The current passive situation was very unfavorable to Melanie. She needed to come up with a solution to turn the tables as soon as possible and be on the offensive. - Melanie didn't sleep much that night and woke up early in the morning. She had breakfast alone and went to the ward alone. Everyone was extremely polite to her, but she wasn’t bothered. After all, she was just a newcomer, and she didn't plan to
Melanie and Professor Marshall entered the ward and stood by the bed. She said, "Dr. Landon, I dare not say that my method will definitely save you. I’m only 50 percent confident." "Ah..." Caleb smiled bitterly, tears streaming down his face. "Dr. Jones, I apologize to you. I was stubborn and reckless. I hope you can forgive me." "Don't think that I deliberately said I’m 50 percent confident to provoke you. In my eyes, you are now a patient, and every word I say comes from reason," Melanie calmly replied. Caleb was stunned for a moment, then nodded. "I can try acupuncture to detoxify you, but I also don't have full confidence due to individual differences," Melanie said. "Okay, I understand. I know this," Caleb assured repeatedly. "But rest assured, I will only cure you, not make you worse than you are now." Melanie smiled. Caleb was somewhat dazed, tears continuing to flow from his eyes. "Professor, I'll go prepare, and I'll come back to perform acupuncture for Caleb
"Hey..." Melanie intended to ask him some questions, but the patient had already walked away on his crutches. Clearly, he didn't want to talk to her. She didn't open her hand, just clenched it secretly to confirm it was just a note. When she walked out of the ward and reached a quiet place with no one around, she faced the wall and opened the note. On it was one sentence, "8 pm, the hospital's west gate. J." J? Melanie rolled her eyes. - Throughout the day, Melanie immersed herself in surgeries. After the incident in the morning, everyone knew that she had the backing of Alex and Professor Marshall, so no one dared to trouble her anymore and everyone was polite to her. There were also a few who took the opportunity to flatter her. Melanie just smiled and ignored them. She only wanted to help Professor Marshall with his workload. She wanted to treat as many patients as she could and improve her own skills at the same time. In the evening, a nurse asked, "Dr. Jones? A
Jeffrey's lips curled up into a mocking smile. Melanie thought he had gone to great lengths and risked great danger to come here just to impress her and to get her to continue helping him rise to power. Did he think that his concern for her was all fake? He felt a chill in his heart. He wanted to explain to her, to open up his heart to her, but he knew that explaining now would be futile. No matter how hard he tried to prove that he genuinely cared for her, in her eyes, it would still be seen as deceit colored by ulterior motives. He could only take a roundabout approach. "Everyone in Tempest is an elite and a ruthless killer. Do you think it's naive to try to win their support?" But Melanie wasn't intimidated by his words. "Have you heard of Hank Castillo?" Jeffrey's pupils contracted slightly. Of course, he had heard of him. "What about him?" She knew he must have heard of Hank and continued, "Although I'm not sure about Hank's relationship with Nathan, judging from the