Chapter 12 Legendary Healer? She’s Just a Kid!
“Scarlett probably got kicked out of her lab by her advisor for making a mistake. She’s just upset, I…”
“What?”
Stanley nearly exploded with rage.
He had just told the Joyner family to stop giving Scarlett any more resources–and now she’d been booted from her lab?
How incompetent could she be?!
He was seriously starting to wonder if all her previous achievements had been plagiarized.
Rebecca chimed in gently.
“Scarlett came to find you because she probably wanted to vent and ask you for help. But then she saw me and couldn’t control her temper.”
She wiped away imaginary tears and softly tugged on Stanley’s sleeve.
“Stanley, why don’t you call the lab director and ask him to give her a hand?”
Only then did Stanley snap out of it.
He’d been a little shaken by how cold and determined Scarlett looked earlier.
But now, seeing Rebecca so gentle and understanding–and comparing it to Scarlett’s crudeness—it was clear who deserved the Joyner family’s support.
Giving anything to Scarlett is just a waste!
“Hmph. If losing the Joyner family’s backing got her kicked out, it just proves she’s not capable.”
“She’s dead weight. No point wasting more of the family’s money.”
Rebecca secretly let out a breath of relief and was just about to say more–when the hospital room door opened.
Calvin stepped out. His serious expression as he removed his surgical mask made everyone’s hearts skip a
beat.
“Professor Miller, how’s Mr. Grayson?” Stanley hurried over, clearly anxious.
Calvin sighed heavily and shook his head.
“The experimental drug we administered has already been given, but unfortunately….”
The drug should’ve taken effect within twenty minutes.
It had already been forty.
There was no more hope.
Stanley’s knees nearly buckled.
Mr. Grayson had finally picked his script. If he impressed with his acting, he could’ve connected with the Lane family in
Jandale.
That would’ve propelled him to the top of the entertainment world—and helped the Joyner family break into the Jandale market.
Just earlier, the Lewis family had been all smiles when he said he’d brought Professor Miller.
But now that Professor Miller had failed, the Lewis family didn’t even come out to greet them.
It was clear they were no longer interested.
The road ahead for him just got a lot steeper.
Rebecca panicked. “Professor, you’re one of the top experts in the country. There must be something else you can try, right?”
Calvin shook his head in frustration.
“The drug was specifically for treating cerebral hemorrhage, but it seems to have had little effect. And the bleeding is in a very dangerous part of the brain. If we operate, he may not survive the table.”
Stanley clenched his fists tightly.
“Just wait… maybe the drug is just slow to kick in.”
Even if it was hopeless.
He couldn’t face reality.
Calvin saw how stubborn he was and could only shake his head again.
“What about you, Rebecca?”
Rebecca had assumed that bringing Calvin would solve everything.
After all, Calvin was practically the Dave of cardiovascular and neurology in China and had received numerous international awards.
She hadn’t expected a flop like this.
Her heart filled with resentment.
What Dave? What a joke.
But she couldn’t show that on her face, so she said pitifully, “Let’s just wait a little longer. Maybe a miracle will happen.”
Calvin gave a bitter smile.
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A miracle?
Unless the legendary Ghost Needle Technique reappeared, Mr. Grayson might last two more hours at
most.
Surgical Ward.
Scarlett finished applying the medication and tossed the bloodied gauze in the trash.
Dr. Carrie was used to how calm she was.
Back when her injuries had been even worse, the girl hadn’t even wanted treatment.
“I thought you needed money. There’s a huge case next door. If you cure it, you’ll get ten million.”
Scarlett didn’t look interested.
Earlier, when she stepped out of the elevator, neither Sean nor Jasper had come out.
And when Stanley showed up, the elevator doors had closed and gone down–to the basement.
If she remembered correctly, that was the morgue.
A restricted area. You’d need a special permit to even enter.
Jasper had just said he’d pay her for scientific experiments–and now he was headed to the morgue?
Hard not to be suspicious.
Dead bodies didn’t cost anything. They stayed still. They didn’t wander off.
And recently, there had been reports of missing corpses from this hospital.
She’d taken that case over ten days ago and still had no leads.
She needed to sneak a peek.
“I’ll pass. I have something else to do.”
Dr. Carrie raised an eyebrow.
“Ten million. You sure?”
Scarlett turned with a flourish, as if money meant nothing to her.
“Positive.”
Her new sponsor is loaded, thank you very much.
So, Jasper had better not be committing any crimes.
She hadn’t even gotten her first payment yet!
“It’s Grayson Lewis. He was the one who found out who you really are and helped you get in touch with the Lane family.”
Scarlett stopped dead in her tracks.
Back when she’d written the script for Stanley, he and his agent hadn’t understood the core themes. So they’d taken her along to meet the director.
Grayson hadn’t said much at the time.
But later, he’d contacted her privately and shown her the paternity results.
If not for that, she still wouldn’t know where her real family was.
“I’ll go take a look.”
Dr. Carrie beamed and eagerly opened a side door that led directly to Grayson’s room.
When Scarlett entered, everyone stared at her in surprise.
Dr. Carrie quickly introduced her.
“This is the legendary healer I brought for Mr. Grayson. She can definitely bring him back from the brink!”
Grayson’s daughter, Emily Lewis, frowned and eyed Scarlett up and down.
“Legendary healer? She’s just a kid. Even Professor Miller was at a loss! She’s not some scam artist, is she?”
Madam Lewis looked equally displeased.
“Dr. Carrie, we trust you because of your family’s long history in medicine and our personal ties. Don’t take our trust as a joke.”
Dr. Carrie’s tone hardened.
“They say ambition isn’t tied to age. Madam Lewis, Ms. Emily, didn’t the doctors already tell you the worst–case scenario?”
The two froze.
Sadness filled their expressions.
At that moment, Grayson’s son, Ben Lewis, narrowed his eyes at his stepmother and sister, then said,
“Since it can’t get worse, why not let the girl try?”
Scarlett glanced at him, mildly surprised.
“Doctor, go ahead.”
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Ben stood and moved aside, calm and composed.
Scarlett tied up her hair. When her hand lowered again, a needle was already between her fingers.
No one had seen how she moved.
But by the time they registered it, ten needles were already embedded in Grayson’s scalp.
“What are you doing?!”
Rebecca had just arrived at the door to snoop–and gasped when she saw the scene.
