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Ernst nodded. The Pierce family was renowned and deeply influential in both the medical and business sectors. Christopher was a rising star in the medical field, known internationally for his expertise.
Initially, Ernst had suspected that Christopher was financially supporting Brenna in some way, but after Christopher’s explanation, it became clear that they were friends because they had studied together.
But hadn’t Brenna dropped out before even finishing grade school? How could she have possibly become friends with someone like Christopher?
The more he thought about it, the more perplexed he became. But ultimately, it didn’t matter to him. As far as he was concerned, Brenna was nothing more than an opportunist.
Inside the car, Christopher gave Brenna a quick update on Vincent’s condition. “Half a month ago, he suffered a sudden cerebral hemorrhage. He survived, but the aftermath was severe-he has lost all sensation on his left side. The Mitchells initially hoped my grandfather could help since he’s well-known for treating hemiplegia. But since my grandfather is over ninety, he has long retired. When they started looking into his most accomplished students, they found you.”
Brenna gave a small, knowing smile. “You could handle it just as well. You’ve inherited your grandfather’s techniques.”
“I’m a surgeon first and foremost,” Christopher said with a resigned shrug. “My grandfather always said you have a natural gift for medicine. It’s a shame you never pursued it seriously.”
Not long after, they arrived at Shirie Hospital.
As one of the top hospitals in the country, it was renowned for its elite specialists and frequently catered to patients from all over the region.
Stepping out of the MPV, Christopher handed Brenna a surgical mask. Without hesitation, she slipped it on, concealing most of her face.
“Vincent underwent surgery to relieve pressure on his brain two weeks ago. He’s currently in the internal medicine ward, Room 101, on the seventh floor,” Christopher explained.
Just as he spoke, his phone rang – a call from the emergency department.
“You go ahead. I need to handle this,” he said, hurrying off.
Brenna made her way to Vincent’s room alone.
Outside the room, a small crowd had gathered. Among them were several doctors in white coats, a few nurses, and a group of well-dressed individuals who appeared to be Vincent’s family.
As Brenna approached, no one paid her any attention, assuming she was a family member who had wandered into the wrong room.
“The last student of Mr. Pierce should be arriving soon,” a man muttered, glancing down the corridor while checking his watch.
A female doctor in her thirties hung up a call and turned to the group with an eager expression. “Dr. Pierce just told me that Mr. Pierce’s student has arrived.”
Brenna’s voice was calm as she spoke. “Excuse me, is this Mr. Vincent Mitchell’s hospital room? I’m here to treat him.”
At the entrance of the hospital room, all eyes turned to Brenna, many filled with skepticism and condescension.
There were five doctors-four men and one woman-all wearing badges identifying them as chief physicians. The male doctors, all in their forties or older, were experienced professionals in internal medicine. Nearby stood two nurses-one head nurse and one junior nurse.
Among the seven individuals who appeared to be family members, two were young adults in their twenties, while the rest were middle-aged men in their fifties. Their attire was casual, but the quality of the fabric hinted at wealth and status.
A name badge on the young female doctor read “Chief Physician Lindsay Cohen.”
Lindsay studied Brenna critically. The young woman before her, dressed fashionably, looked more suited for an office than a hospital ward. Though her face was partially hidden behind a mask, her striking eyes and poised figure revealed her beauty.
“These days, anyone can claim to be an expert, huh?” Lindsay scoffed at Brenna, crossing her arms. “Some people will do anything for ten million dollars.”
Everyone in the room knew about the Mitchell family’s offer-a hefty reward to hire a top specialist for Vincent’s treatment. They had all assumed the expert, Cuthbert’s renowned student, would be a seasoned male doctor, likely in his fifties, balding, and carrying decades of experience.
The idea that someone in her early twenties could be Cuthbert’s renowned student was absurd to them.
They believed that at such a young age, Brenna likely hadn’t even completed her university studies, let alone acquired the medical expertise required for such a complex case.
“You expect us to believe you’re Cuthbert’s student? Do you think the Mitchell family is full of fools? You really thought you could just show up, claim to be Cuthbert’s student, and walk away with ten million?” Lindsay sneered, rolling her eyes.
Brenna met her gaze calmly. “I am Cuthbert’s student,” she said.
Laughter erupted among the group.
One doctor, a man in his fifties, let out the loudest chuckle. Brenna glanced at his name tag-Landen Scott.
“Miss, do you even know where you are?” Landen sneered. “At your age, you probably can’t even diagnose a cold, let alone handle a case like this. Do you even know what a cerebral hemorrhage is? You probably haven’t even graduated from medical school.”
The head nurse gave Brenna a pitying look. “You should leave. This is a top-tier hospital. Only graduates from elite medical schools get the chance to train here. If you don’t leave now, we’ll have to call security.”
Brenna sighed, already losing patience. “I don’t have time to waste on this. Christopher brought me here. He has studied alongside me before. Besides, what does age have to do with skill?”
Lindsay let out a sharp laugh. “Christopher brought you here? Then where is he now? Why isn’t he with you? In my opinion, you’re just a fraud.”
The head nurse, clearly tired of the argument, called for security.
“I’ll call Christopher now.” Brenna frowned, reaching for her phone. But the moment she dialed, her call went unanswered. Christopher was in surgery, saving a car accident victim, and his phone was in his locker.
Seeing Brenna’s failed attempt, the crowd erupted into more laughter, with Lindsay smirking triumphantly. “See? I knew she was a fraud! Just another scam artist hoping to get money from the Mitchell family,” she said.
At that moment, two security guards arrived. Lindsay pointed at Brenna. “Get her out of here before the real student of Mr. Pierce arrives.”
Brenna shot a cold glare at the approaching guards. “Don’t touch me. I can walk on my own.”
Landen, clearly enjoying the moment, pointed at Brenna as he said, “Do you even know who the patient is? Mr. Mitchell isn’t just anyone-he’s a retired military commander. Even we aren’t fully qualified to treat him, and yet you, at your age, think you are? What does that make us, then?”
Lindsay let out a cold laugh. “We’re waiting for Mr. Pierce’s renowned student. Someone qualified, an expert in medicine-at least in his forties, someone with actual experience. Not some random girl pretending to be important. But you know what? If you do end up being able to treat Mr. Mitchell, we will all kneel and apologize to you.”
Brenna arched an eyebrow, replying calmly, “Really? You will really kneel and apologize to me if that happens? You’d better keep your word.”