Chapter 22 – Returning to Her Not-So-Poor Family

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“Phillip’s condition isn’t that severe yet.” Mirabella understood the implication of signing the surgery consent form. She checked the time, “Wait for me She handed her bag to Romeo, who took it.

As Mirabella walked away, everyone was stunned.

“Master, who is this girl?” Brodie was puzzled. Why was Romeo holding her bag?

“Isn’t the operating room this way? Why is Ms. Bennett going that way?” Carl was also confused.

“Mr. McMillian, your grandfather’s condition is very serious. Please make a decision quickly.” The nurse was in a hurry, unsure what Mirabella was doing and worried about the delay in treatment.

Mirabella went to Caden’s office to get a set of acupuncture supplies, then asked the nurse to lead her to change into sterile clothing.

“Mr. McMillian, she…?” The nurse was stunned. Was this girl crazy? Was she going to operate on the old man herself?

“Just do as she says.”

Romeo’s words were undoubtedly a huge support for Mirabella.

“Whatever she says next, just follow her instructions.”

The nurse understood and didn’t say anything more. She quickly led Mirabella away.

“Mr. McMillian, let’s go to the observation room and wait. At least we can see how far along the surgery is.”

“Alright.” Romeo, holding Mirabella’s bag, walked ahead.

In the operating room, Dr. Greg breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Mirabella. He immediately gave her the main position. Ever since he witnessed her medical skills last time, he had been in awe of her…

The nurses were stunned…

Did this girl have such great abilities?

Was this the miraculous young doctor from yesterday’s hospital rumors? Was she the one who operated on Phillip?

If that’s the case, it wouldn’t be surprising.

After all, even the famous heart specialist Dr. Greg had failed in front of her.

Mirabella finished the rest of the surgery, but Mr. McMillian’s breathing was still very weak. Things didn’t look good.

“Miss Mirabella, what do we do now?” The other doctors were obviously at a loss.

They had been practicing medicine for many years and could handle all kinds of conditions with ease. But with Phillip’s situation, they felt helpless

“Wait.”

When Mirabella said this word with certainty, the other doctors became discontent.

“Phillip’s breathing is getting weaker, and we’re supposed to wait? Wait for what?”

“This is the most critical time for rescue. Every second is priceless!”

Seeing Mirabella standing motionless in front of the operating table, the other doctors started to panic.

“If you can’t handle it, maybe we should let Dr. Greg take a crack at it.”

“You’re still wet behind the ears, probably haven’t dealt with this kind of situation. Dr. Greg, can you rack your brains for a solution? We can’t just sit on our hands here.”

“If you can’t…”

“Who said I can’t?” Mirabella lifted her gaze, her eyes brimming with confidence.

The speaker was taken aback by her audacity, “If you’ve got the chops, then step up!”

Phillip’s breathing was getting weaker…

The sound of the ventilator alarm was becoming more frequent…

Upon hearing the alarm, Mirabella swiftly opened her needle case.

Everyone was stunned. What was she planning to do? Employ some Eastern acupuncture?

“This is an operating room! Are you seriously going to perform acupuncture here?”

“The patient is in critical condition, he can’t handle your messing around.”

“If you don’t have any other tricks up your sleeve, then step aside and stop wasting time!”

Mirabella started inserting silver needles into the old man’s head, heart, and arm.

The nearby nurse was scared out of her wits. This girl had guts, she had stuck needles all over Phillip..

“Don’t peddle your Eastern medicine mumbo jumbo here!”

Finally, one doctor couldn’t stand it any longer and was about to intervene, when Dr. Greg scolded him, “Enough!”

The nurse quickly chimed in, “Mr. McMillian said we’re to follow her lead.””

Under Romeo’s orders, the others, though ticked off, didn’t dare to object, with only one brave soul saying, “Fine, you handle it!”

After the needles were inserted into Phillip’s pressure points, it wasn’t long before Phillip coughed up some blood…

Everyone was dumbstruck.

Even Brodie in the observation room was startled, “Is Phillip okay? He seems to be getting worse.“.

Why did Phillip suddenly cough up blood?

After coughing up blood, Phillip’s condition gradually stabilized.

The ventilator stopped sounding its alarm.

All the doctors were staring at Mirabella in shock.

Mirabella saw that it was about time, began to remove the needles, and casually said, “He’s fine now. Let’s get him back to his room.

All the doctors were looking at her with complex expressions.

“If you hadn’t jumped the gun with your surgery… these few needles would have done the trick.”

Mirabella packed up her needles and walked out after dropping this bombshell.

Everyone was blown away, with Dr. Greg being the first to grasp her meaning. Recalling the process and points where she inserted the needles, he mulled it over and suddenly understood, “Brilliant! So that’s what it was…

He had studied acupuncture and understood Mirabella’s methods…

But the other doctors were in the dark, and came to ask:

“Dr. Greg, did you get it? Tell us…”

“How did she do that?”

“Mr. McMillian… Miss Mirabella… she…” Carl was too shocked to finish his sentence.

What kind of person was she?

It was a disease that had all the professional doctors stumped, and she healed it with a few needles?

Was it that the other doctors were incompetent, or was her skill just too superior?

As Mirabella stepped out of the operating room, she saw Romeo walking towards her, her bag still slung over his shoulder.

Mirabella had left in a hurry earlier and had given her bag to him. She hadn’t expected him to carry it for so long.

“Phillip will be awake tomorrow. For the next month, he needs to avoid overeating. So, no more nutritious soup like today’s,” Mirabella said.

“Got it.” Romeo agreed, glancing at the sky, “Let me treat you to dinner.”

“No need. I should head home.”

It was likely around six or seven o’clock now. Mirabella took her bag, checked her phone, and sure enough, she had missed two calls from her mom. Mirabella quickly returned the call, “Sorry, Mom, I was busy.”

Romeo watched the girl on the phone. Her eyes sparkled, she carried an extraordinary aura, and her voice was soft and enchanting when talking to her family.

“Right, I’m heading home now/Ok, bye.”

After she hung up, Romeo softly said, “Let me drive you home.”

“Just drop me off at Emerald Park. I have a car parked in the underground garage there.”

Emerald Park?

That was a park still under construction; not yet open to the public. Why was her car parked there? And why was she at the Holy Cross Church later? To him, the girl in front of him was like a mystery, hard to see through.

“I need to return these first.” Mirabella had borrowed some acupuncture equipment from Caden’s office earlier, and he was on duty today, still in the office. After returning the acupuncture tools, Mirabella walked out of the office and passed by Grannie Grace’s room. She couldn’t resist stopping to take a peek inside.

Inside the room, Grannie Grace was still there, receiving an IV treatment. Her eyes were closed, and she looked peaceful in her sleep.

The sight triggered a fond memory from Mirabella’s younger days. She remembered an afternoon when she had seen Grannie Grace napping in a room, bathed in sunlight streaming through the curtains. The old lady’s breathing was calm and even, just like it was now.

Suddenly, Mirabella heard a voice calling her name, and she turned to find a surprised Olga and Demetrius standing there. They had received a call from the hospital, alerting them that Grannie Grace’s VIP room was about to expire, prompting them to rush over after dinner to renew it. Little did they expect to encounter Mirabella at the hospital.

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