Chapter 4

Just one day before the property transfer, Fabiana's child Peanut was diagnosed with a severe intracranial condition.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw Fabiana holding her child, dropping to her knees before me with a thud.

Behind her was a swarm of reporters, camera flashes popping incessantly in my face.

She was sobbing, inching towards me on her knees.

"What's the meaning of this?"

I visibly recoiled, causing Fabiana to pause momentarily before bursting into heart-wrenching cries.

"Felicity, I know you hate me, but the child is innocent. I'm begging you to save him. You can even ask for my life, as long as you save Peanut!"

Faced with this situation, even I, slow on the uptake as I am, understood what was happening.

Peanut's head was noticeably oversized, and he looked sickly overall, clearly showing signs of a serious condition.

However, I was the city's leading expert in pediatric intracranial surgery. Fabiana wanted me to treat her child but feared I'd refuse, so she brought a bunch of reporters to put me on the spot and force my hand.

Seeing my cold gaze, Fabiana set the child aside and started kowtowing to me vigorously.

The cameras immediately focused on her.

Some zealous reporters made no effort to hide their contempt for me. "Patients are begging you for help, and yet you put on this attitude. Who are you trying to impress? You have no medical ethics!"

"That's right, the child is so pitiful, yet she turns a blind eye..."

I suddenly realized and immediately went back to my room to get my blood donation report.

"I'm sorry, but just a month ago, due to special circumstances, I donated blood."

"It's just a blood donation, what's the big deal? You'll recover after a good night's sleep. Dr. Myerson, you're not trying to use this as an excuse to avoid surgery, are you?"

I chuckled softly and waved the report in front of the camera.

"A normal adult donates 400cc of blood at a time, 200cc for those with weak constitution, but I had 1000cc taken from me in one go, and I haven't fully recovered even now."

In front of the reporters, my arm was visibly bruised, and my hand was shaking, clearly unable to perform surgery.

"I'm a doctor, of course I wouldn't stand idly by. But as everyone here knows, intracranial surgery requires extremely precise techniques."

"During the operation, I might experience hand tremors, heart palpitations, shaking, or even fainting. If such a situation were to occur, it would be tantamount to directly pronouncing the child's death sentence! I can't bear that responsibility. So, Fabiana, I suggest you seek help elsewhere!"The reporters' faces all showed embarrassed expressions. As I was about to close the door and send them away, Lorne suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

He was visibly agitated:

"It was just a little blood drawn, what's the big deal? I even bought you carp to make soup, but you refused to drink it! I don't care what method you use, you must cure Peanut, or else don't blame me for getting nasty!"

Looking at the man before me, fuming with rage all for the sake of his beloved, I felt a pang of bitterness in my heart.

When did that elegant, gentle man who loved and protected me with all his heart turn into this...

"Lorne, do I need to spell out in front of all these people exactly where my blood was used?"

My words were loaded with meaning, causing both him and Fabiana to stiffen simultaneously.

Clearly, I was fully aware of their secret collusion.

Lorne hurriedly covered my mouth.

"I'm Peanut's godfather! You're Peanut's godmother! It's our duty to make sacrifices for him!"

The neighbor lady, who had been watching the drama unfold, immediately stepped forward when she saw him lay hands on me. She pushed him away and sheltered me behind her like a mother hen protecting her chick.

"Doctor Stratton, Doctor Myerson is about to give birth. How can you manhandle her like this, huh?" "Hold on, Dr. Myerson, what happened to your belly? It's flat now!"