Chapter 3 Saving Sneone On The Road

• "You truly do have a good eye, boss! I'll get the cash ready to pay the Yardwood family right now. Wynter responded, "No rush," her gaze remaining neutral. I'll take care of it tomorrow after going to bed. Wynter's primary focus, aside from financial gain, was handling complex illnesses. Examples, such as the Yardwood family case, were excellent. Actually, she was the only one in Southville who could handle the Yardwood family's entrance with composure. Now that they were looking around, every one of Southville's elite families was rushing. Even the Yates family was busy establishing contacts in order to receive an invitation from the Yardwood family.
• This month was especially busy in Southville since rumors were spreading even among regular residents. The wealthiest man in Kingbourne had come for medical advice, and now the Yardwood family was seeking his granddaughter. The Yardwood family's visit was instigated by rumors that "Dr. Miracle," the fabled heavenly physician, had made an appearance in Southville. There were a lot of tales floating around regarding this "Dr. Miracle," but it was hard to tell what was true and what wasn't. By invitation from the Yardwood family, this "Dr. Miracle" might really show up. By invitation from the Yardwood family, this "Dr. Miracle" might really show up.
• Wynter woke up late the next day in the deserted courtyard. She was reluctant to leave her cool little house and comfy bed on a scorching morning, just like any working person would be. But she needed to make money. She didn't wear makeup and left the house with just a bag after washing her face. In order to escape the rush hour traffic in the morning, she went to the public bike rack. "Hi Wynter. Going somewhere?" Well... Yes. Everybody she saw smiled at her. Jacob handed Wynter a hotdog, which she accepted. She stepped forward carelessly. She quickly merged with the flow of traffic.
• Thirty minutes later, the foyer and surrounding sections of the storied Caesar Hotel in Southville were humming with activity. This was the meeting place for all of Southville's luxury vehicles. By contrast, Wynter, who was riding a bicycle, appeared very noticeable. Micah, the security guy, arrived before she could even park, and he tried to drive her away. "Leave. Where did you, the unfortunate student, come from? We are closed to the public at this time. stated Micah. With one leg, Wynter supported the bike and looked up at him. "I'm here to save someone," she remarked in a composed tone. "You? Are you here to save a person? Micah started giggling.
• "You're not that old, little girl, but you're pretty good at boasting," I said. After giving it some thought, Wynter opened the invitation page on her phone and urged everyone inside to inform them that Dr. Miracle had arrived to accept the invitation. "Doctor Miracle? So, I'm a wonderful doctor as well! "I've seen so many invitations, but I've never seen someone show it on their phone like you," Micah scornfully replied, glancing at her. Then he gave Wynter a dismissive wave and added, "Leave right away. Keep out of the way. Micah exited the room and cheerfully opened the door of a fancy automobile.
• "Madam Gibson, Ms. Yates, you've arrived," he remarked. I'll hurry to let those inside know and get you some tea. The occupants of the opulent vehicle did not reply, merely nodding through the window. But Micah felt happy, like he had won a big bonus. Through the automobile window, Yvette inside the opulent vehicle appeared to recognize Wynter and exhibited a trace of uncertainty. "Yvette, what's wrong?" inquired Madam Gibson. Yvette replied, "Nothing," with a little chuckle. Wynter looked around the car, uninterested. With a determined gait, she gave a lighthearted nod at her mother's corner.
• She had no idea that someone who might determine someone's life or death with a single needle would be held in such contempt. It is true that those who lost their standing and power frequently suffered from humiliation thereafter. Wynter's l*ps went up a little. According to Wynter, healing a disease was a matter of fate, and she refused to cure those who were solely interested in their own interests. She would forego this consultation today. Wynter reached for her phone, ready to send a rejection text. Out of nowhere, there was a scream coming from across the street. "Oh no, there was a fainting!" Many individuals hurried over in an instant. "Oh my God! It's a youngster!" He looks so pale." Wynter heard the disturbance and didn't think twice.
• She came to a stop and made her way swiftly into the throng. The youngster, who was just three or four years old, was resting on the ground. His forehead seemed damp from excessive perspiration. A white coat-wearing individual was grabbed by someone who remarked, "Young fellow, you're a doctor, right? Save this child as soon as possible!" Ma'am, I'm afraid I can't do that. I dare not take the lead, and the family is not here. The man in the white coat gave a contemptuous shake of his head. In addition, I don't treat everyone equally.
• When Wynter realized this, he charged right through the throng. She said, "Please make way," in a clear and professional tone of voice. Maintain an open airway. In order to cool down, the patient needs airflow. Maybe it was just her presence that was unquestioned since, oddly, after hearing her speak, no one questioned her. Wynter bent over and grabbed the child's neck with her fingers. Patricia, a neighboring woman, started to feel a little uneasy and said, "Little girl, you're quite young." Are you capable of it?