Chapter 12 Hotel Rescue

• In just one day, my relationship with this guy progressed from being strangers to becoming siblings.
• Deep down, I was quite opposed to it. Not to mention that we had only known each other for less than ten hours, but his foodie behavior made it hard for me to forget.
• He was undeniably handsome, and elegant, and even had a hint of a vocal fry in his voice.
• However, his enormous appetite and eating manners were in extreme contrast to his image.
• Oh well. I would have to just forget it. As long as I had this connection with him, it should be no problem to meet Timothy.
• After bidding him farewell, I returned to the hotel.
• I absentmindedly closed the door and quickly stripped myself naked before heading straight into the bathroom to take a hot bath.
• It had been a both physically and mentally exhausting day...
• I spent a good half an hour in the shower before finally coming out. I was too lazy to even dry myself properly. I just lay down on the bed soaking wet and fell asleep.
• In the middle of the night, my phone rang. Someone sent me a video call request.
• It rang several times before I woke up in a daze.
• I picked up my phone and saw that it was a video call request from Ian.
• I was about to accept it when I suddenly realized I was completely naked, so I quickly declined the call.
• After a while, Ian called me directly.
• "Mr. Winter, can't you tell the time? Do you have to disturb people's sleep?" I was so uncomfortable from being half-asleep and being awakened like this was driving me crazy.
• "Why didn't you answer the video call?" Ian scolded on the phone.
• "Why are you yelling? I wasn't wearing any clothes. How can I video call you?"
• As soon as I mentioned I wasn't wearing clothes, there was silence on the other end for a while.
• "You're not wearing clothes? Where are you? Who are you with?"
• All these repeated questions were making me feel annoyed as I was already tired. "Do I really need to report to you about who I am with?"
• Again, there was silence on the other end.
• After a while, he finally spoke again. "I must say I'm surprised. I thought you were so virtuous. Heh... It turns out you also use these means to please others."
• "Nothing good ever comes from your filthy mouth. What do you mean by that?"
• I was just trying to provoke him, but I didn't expect him to take it seriously and degrade me like that.
• "Don't pretend to be ignorant in front of me. Since you have such a trick up your sleeves, I'll stop beating around the bush."
• "Three days. I want to get the news that Timothy agrees to sell the land to me within three days. Otherwise, I don't mind sending Dr. Fulton to prison for a few years."
• I was shocked and sat up. My mind suddenly became clear. "Mr. Winter, even if Dr. Fulton accepted money from patients, that's at most a moral issue. What right do you have to send him to jail?"
• Ian said triumphantly on the phone, "Why? Do you think I only have one leverage?"
• "Why you..."
• I should have thought that he had several backup plans when dealing with women, let alone someone he disliked.
• "Listen carefully: you have only three days. Get the matter done. I always keep my word, and I won't make things difficult for you and Mr. Fulton."
• Beep.
• He hung up the phone directly.
• I threw my phone aside and felt suffocated. I wanted to scream or even cry loudly.
• What right did he have to treat me like this? I had already distanced myself from him, so why did he come back into my life?
• Why did fate have to play such a cruel joke on me?
• I felt a deep sense of grievance. What did I do to deserve this?
• Upon thinking of Jude's situation, I did not feel sleepy anymore.
• If he really went to prison, his future would be ruined.
• If not for this incident, his future would have looked bright, and he would have achieved outstanding results in the medical field.
• The more I thought about it, the angrier I got. Ian was too selfish.
• I couldn't fall asleep for the rest of the night. I lay on the bed like a corpse until the morning sun shone through the window, and I got up to freshen up.
• As soon as I finished putting on makeup, I received a call from that foodie.
• I answered after clearing my throat, "Hey, Brother. I was just about to call you."
• "Oh, really? That's perfect. Hurry down to the lobby and treat me to breakfast. I'm already at your hotel."
• "What? You're at the hotel lobby?" I suddenly remembered something. "You're not following me, are you?"
• "Don't put it like that. What do you mean by following? I'm just... escorting you. Yes. Escorting you."
• I was speechless.
• I was really careless to let someone tail me to the hotel.
• Fortunately, he didn't have any bad intentions. Otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable.
• Even the thought of it was scary.
• I quickly packed up and went downstairs.
• I saw him innocently waiting at the hotel entrance, and the fear in my heart dissipated. "Hey, you didn't follow me just for breakfast, did you?"
• He was definitely the leader of foodies. Ordinary people couldn't do such a thing.
• Even if he claimed to be following me with ulterior motives, I wouldn't find him abnormal, just scary.
• He smiled without confirming or denying it.
• Just as I was about to go out for breakfast with him, the hotel receptionist suddenly rushed out and called to me, "Dr. Landon, please wait!"
• I turned back and saw that it was Barbara York, the hotel receptionist, calling me.
• "What's wrong, Barbara? Is something the matter?"
• She wanted to catch her breath first, but because a person's life was at stake, she gasped and said, "Dr. Landon, please come and take a look. An elderly guest fainted."
• "Hurry up and take me there!" As a medical professional, I naturally had to take care of such situations.
• I didn't hesitate to agree.
• Mr. Foodie followed behind me. He didn't tell me his name, so I could only call him that.
• After all, his various behaviors were that of a true foodie and just calling him "Brother" felt a bit strange to me.
• We came to the 25th floor under Barbara's guidance.
• "Have you called an ambulance?"
• "We have, but the nearest hospital is about ten minutes away during rush hour."
• She had called for an ambulance, but it would take more than ten minutes to arrive during the morning rush hour.
• We arrived at room 2501, where a young and beautiful girl stood with tears streaming down her face.
• The person who fainted was an elderly man in his sixties. He was wrapped only in a bath towel.
• I quickly went to the old man's side before crouching down and putting my ear to his chest. "He has a heartbeat."
• Then, I opened his eyelids and checked his breathing.
• "The pupils are not dilated, and he is still breathing."
• Based on my preliminary examination, I formed an early diagnosis.
• "Miss, who is he to you?" I walked to the girl's side and tried to understand more about the patient's condition.
• She blushed and couldn't lift her head at my question.
• After seeing her reaction, I had a rough idea of their relationship, so I changed the question. "Does he have any medical history?"
• The girl shook her head, indicating that she didn't know anything.
• There was no other way. I could only rely on my own judgment. "Barbara, do you have a first-aid kit?"
• "Yes!"
• She hurriedly brought the hotel's first-aid kit from the duty room.
• Mr. Foodie came over and asked, "How is the old man? What's wrong with him?"
• "Based on my initial judgment, it should be caused by emotional excitement. You will understand once you look at that girl. When the old man got excited, his heart rate accelerated, and his heart was continuously pumping blood, causing high blood pressure which led him to faint."
• After listening to my explanation, he murmured, "This old man must be over sixty years old, yet he still has so much energy?"
• I shot him a dirty look and hurried to attend to the old man.
• I took out a disposable syringe and examined the old man's radial pulse. After finding the right spot, I drew about half a syringe of blood.
• Then, I employed some massaging techniques to draw out some blood from him manually.
• Seeing I had done just about enough, I quickly disinfected the spot where I had pricked him.
• I used the most common method of bloodletting to quickly lower the patient's blood pressure.
• After a few minutes, the old man slowly opened his eyes. "Angel... Angelina..."
• The first thing the old man did when he woke up was call out the girl's name.
• The girl quickly wiped the tears from her eyes and said, "I'm here. I'm right here."
• She quickly came to the old man's side and let him lie on her lap.
• After making sure that the old man was fine, I instructed Barbara, "When the ambulance arrives, I still suggest sending the old man to the hospital for a checkup."
• "Okay, Dr. Landon. Thank you so much. You truly have healing hands."
• It was just a simple task that was not worth thanking for. After all, becoming a doctor was all about treating and saving people.
• "Miss Landon, I didn't expect you to be so talented. Sigh. You're such a remarkable talent. It's a pity that someone has wasted it." Mr. Foodie praised me, but I just smiled and didn't respond. "Let's go and have breakfast!"
• "Yeah, let's go! I'm starving!" He couldn't wait and pushed me into the elevator.