NovelUSAChapter 571 Inez and Herschel were almost overwhelmingly warm and welcoming, leaving Citrine unsure how to interact with them.
Still, she accepted the two red envelopes they offered her.
She slipped them into her coat pocket, then made her way over to Hilda as if by instinct.
Falling into her usual role as a doctor, she asked, "How are you feeling today? Any discomfort anywhere?" Hilda's heart filled with warmth at her daughter's concern.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe smiled, "I feel great, really. No complaints at all." Being able to see her daughter every day and bask in her care-it was more comfort than she'd ever felt at home. Honestly, she was starting to hope she could stay at the research center a little longer.
But time, as always, moved quickly.
A few days later, both Weston and Raymond had fully recovered from the flu. Citrine handled their discharge paperwork and arranged for them to be sent home.
The following week, Hilda was discharged as well.
Yet the flu outbreak was far from over. Every day, thousands lined up at the research center from dawn till dusk. Worse, many patients had severe complications-their immune systems collapsing, their organs under threat. For these people, the hospital stay was the least of their worries; what truly crushed them was the astronomical cost of surgery.
One day, a single mother arrived at the hospital, carrying her unconscious child in her arms. She didn't have a cent in her pocket.
She hadn't even made it through the doors before security stopped her.
"Ma'am, you'll need to register at reception first," one of the guards told her.
The woman hesitated, clearly embarrassed. After a long pause, she finally admitted, "I... I don't have any money." She glanced down at the feverish boy in her arms, then suddenly dropped to her knees. "Please, I'm begging you save my child. He's burning up, he's already passed out. If this goes on, he won't make it." The security guard looked uncomfortable. "I'm sorry, ma'am, but that's not my decision to make." At his words, the mother burst into tears, her sobs wracking her body.
Just then, Citrine happened to walk by.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmShe frowned slightly and stepped forward. "What's going on here?" The guards straightened immediately and greeted her with respect. "Good morning, Ms. Sterling." Citrine nodded.
The guard explained, "Ms. Sterling, this lady's child has the flu, but she can't pay. She's hoping the hospital can make an exception." Hearing how the guards addressed Citrine, the woman looked up at her, eyes wide with hope.
Like someone clinging to a lifeline, she stared at Citrine and, without another word, bowed her head to the floor in desperation.
"Please, Ms. Sterling, save my child!" Startled, Citrine hurried over and gently helped the woman to her feet. "Please, ma'am, there's no need for that. Get up. I can't accept this." Up close, the woman finally saw Citrine's face clearly-a strikingly et beautiful girl, with a touch of ess that made her look no older than seventeen or eighteen.
"Ms. Sterling, I'm begging you, please save my son." Remembering the guards' deference and howrespectfully they'd spoken to this girl, the woman pinned all her hopes on Citrine.
Citrine didn't waste time. She pressed the back of her hand to the little boy's forehead then gently' opened his eyes to check his pupils before speaking. "He's in bad shape. He needs emergency surgery-now."
She turned to the nurse nearby. "Prep Dr.m a temporary room and notify Dr Tom e Austin and Dr. Smith. We need to get ready for surgery immediately." Another nurse gently took the child from the mother's arms and hurried off.
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