Chapter 27 Back From the Brink
She had thought….
“Dora.”
Wendy whispered, wanting to hug her daughter but too afraid to move.
Wayne was a little calmer. He noticed right away that the bedsheet beneath Dora was soaked through.
The nearby medical monitors had slowly begun returning to normal.
He had studied alternative medicine and recognized the acupuncture points.
But to his dismay, even though he could identify where the needles had gone in, he had no idea why they were used in that specific order or what effect it had.
In front of Scarlett, he felt like nothing more than a wide–eyed freshman.
Suddenly-
Scarlett gave a faint smile. “It’s done.”
She withdrew her hands.
Wayne looked again.
For a moment, he thought he was seeing things.
Black wisps of smoke were actually seeping from the needle points.
“Take the needles out in fifteen minutes.”
As she spoke, Scarlett sat down and placed two fingers on Dora’s wrist once more.
“I’ll say it, you write it. Follow my prescription exactly.”
Wendy finally came to and scrambled to find a pen and paper.
Scarlett recited over fifty different herbs and their dosages without skipping a beat.
Wayne stood there in awe.
His old face burned with shame.
“All of it should be ground into fine powder and sifted,” Scarlett said.
The second her fingers left Dora’s wrist, Dora’s eyelids fluttered–then slowly opened.
“Dora!”
Wendy, who hadn’t taken her eyes off her daughter for a second, lunged forward and burst into tears as
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she wrapped her arms around her.
She couldn’t even speak.
Dora looked confused.
Her big eyes drifted up to the ceiling, then followed the sound of her mother’s voice.
After a short pause, she lifted her tiny hand and gently touched her mother’s cheek.
“Mommy…”
Her voice was barely audible, like it had accidentally slipped from her throat.
Wendy froze, then broke down even harder.
Seeing the state his daughter and granddaughter were in, Wayne took it upon himself to fetch the prescription.
The usually proud old man actually looked a little sheepish as he turned to Scarlett.
He even forced out a smile.
“Ms. Scarlett, is there anything else we should prepare?”
Scarlett glanced at the time.
“Have it ready within thirty minutes. And get two cups of warm water.”
“Understood.”
He turned and rushed out, as if every second counted.
Out in the hallway, the others waiting were already a nervous wreck.
As soon as they saw Wayne step out, the team of doctors moved quickly to meet him.
But Wayne’s face was stone–cold. He ignored them all and made a beeline for the dispensary.
His pace was brisk–nothing like a man pushing sixty.
“What’s going on?”
“Probably something happened to the kid. Mr. Yale must’ve been hit hard and needs a moment alone.”
“He’s always been prideful. He probably doesn’t want anyone to see him like this. We’d better not go over.”
“Well, at least it didn’t happen on our watch…”
“Keep it down. Ms. Yale’s still inside. I heard her crying just now.”
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“Anyway, this isn’t on us. I tried to stop that girl. Ms. Yale was the one who insisted on letting her in.”
“Let’s wait over there. We should say a few words to Mr. Yale when he gets back.”
Their voices weren’t loud, but Sean had been straining to hear every word.
And the more he heard, the heavier he felt.
“Jasper, aren’t you worried?”
If Scarlett had really killed someone, she might not leave this hospital alive.
Jasper lowered his gaze and glanced at his watch.
“Seven a.m. The lab rat needs to eat.”
Seriously? Someone might’ve just died, and you’re worried about feeding your lab rat?
Denton, could you be normal for once?
But Jasper didn’t bother to explain.
Sean had a stomach full of complaints but couldn’t say a word.
Fortunately, he didn’t have to stew for long.
Wayne soon returned, carrying a black bag.
Again, he ignored everyone and rushed straight into the ER.
“Did you see that black bag?”
“Looks like it’s holding medicinal herbs.”
“Sigh… the child was so young. Saving a keepsake or two is understandable.”
“True, true. Poor Mr. Yale.”
“Only had one daughter, spoiled her rotten. She was always arrogant and had a bad reputation in the circle. Now the granddaughter too…”
“No one’s worried about that little girl pretending to be some miracle doctor?”
“Worried? With Wendy’s temper, that girl’s not leaving this hospital alive.”
One person, realizing things could get messy, remembered he had some decent ties with the Joyner family and quickly made a call.
“Mr. Stanley, you once did me a favor. Today I’m taking a risk to give you a heads–up.”
After hearing everything, Stanley’s voice came through–quiet, but tinged with anger.
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