Unveiling the Genius Behind the Divorcee
Chapter 101

Unveiling the Genius Behind the Divorcee Chapter 101

Chapter 101 Recognizing and Correcting Mistakes

"Wake up,

wake up! It seems Old Mr. Kline is awake!" someone exclaimed.

After completing five cycles, Aylin was only slightly out of breath. She meticulously checked Wesley's lips, facial color, and nail beds without missing a single detail.

Upon noticing that everything gradually turned rosy, they finally relaxed completely.

Thankfully, just as she had anticipated, she remained conscious for five rounds.

Before Wesley fainted, the last thing he saw was the bright ceiling above him. When he woke up, he was greeted by Aylin's relieved and contented face. "Aylin, is that you..."

Wesley's weak voice couldn't produce a complete tone, but Aylin stopped his hand and calmly comforted him, "Don't speak yet, just focus on steadying your breath."

The entire room was astonished, and even Harold was taken aback. This Ms. Koch truly possessed

remarkable skills!

"Oh my goodness, she actually knows medical skills..."

"How else could they be so confident!"

"Hey, hey, make way, the paramedics are here! Please don't block the way!"

The manager shouted loudly, and immediately several doctors and nurses rushed in with their emergency kits in hand.

"The patient needs emergency care, everyone please step back a bit... Huh?"

Medical staff were somewhat puzzled, as it wasn't a sudden illness that caused the unresponsiveness.

How could this be....

Aylin called out to Robert, who quickly joined a now-focused Waylon. Together, they each took a side and helped Wesley onto the stretcher.

The nurse efficiently provided Wesley with oxygen, while Aylin found the lead doctor and briefly described the patient's condition.

"The patient has a history of heart-related diseases, likely an issue with the arteries, and underwent byp as s surgery a few years ago. Although they regained consciousness after CPR, there's still a possibility of blood clots within the body... Further examination and treatment from you all are needed."

The doctor initially thought Aylin was just a family member accompanying the patient. However, upon listening more closely, he realized that her choice of words was professional and

well-organized, making her seem more like a colleague.

He observed Wesley's complexion and nodded in approval. "We understand the situation you described. Thankfully, the rescue was finely. The golden window for CPR is just a few short minutes. If it had been any later, the consequences would have been unimaginable."

Robert crossed his arms and scoffed, giving Waylon a sidelong glance. "Open your ears wide, did you hear me clearly? My sister's rescue was very timely! Hmph, you really don't know how to appreciate kindness!"

Waylon scratched the back of his neck in frustration, "I was just so panicked at the time..."

At this moment, he listened to Aylin describing Wesley's illness, word by word, sentence by sentence, hitting the nail on the head, and he was truly impressed.

Waylon was not an ungrateful person. Realizing his mistake, he immediately apologized, "I'm sorry for my earlier outburst. The situation was urgent, and I spoke impulsively without thinking. It was my fault, and I apologize."

Robert glanced away, clearly unconvinced. "Hmph, it's easy to say anything with just your mouth."

The doctor nearby finally understood. It turned out that this stunningly beautiful and delicate girl before him was actually the one who saved lives?

The younger generation is truly formidable!

While the doctor marveled at Aylin's skills, he also began to have some ulterior motives.

"Ma'am, which medical university do you attend? Your CPR skills are truly impressive!

Aylin smiled slightly, "I've already graduated, Doctor."

The doctor wanted to recruit some new staff for his hospital, but he didn't expect that other organizations had already taken the lead. Feeling a bit regretful, he still couldn't help but say.

"So, which hospital are you working at now? The conditions and benefits at our city's Primo Hospital are quite good, you might want to consider it."

"Perhaps there's been a misunderstanding. I'm not a doctor. I learned first aid on my own initiative at the International Committee of the Red Cross," Aylin explained.

"I see... Alright then. Young lady, you have great potential, keep it up." As Wesley was being carried onto the vehicle, the doctor couldn't say much more. He left an encouraging remark and hurried

into the car.

Witnessing the conversation between the two, Waylon's mind was filled with countless questions.

flashing by.

Studying medicine and cooking are quite different. If a chef makes a mistake, the worst that can happen is an unappetizing dish. However, if a doctor makes a mistake, it could be a matter of life

and death.

Generally, without seven or eight years of accumulation, it is impossible to practice medicine and

save lives.

Aylin was with the Delacruz family, and she was quite certain that she had no medical skills. But how could it be that after a divorce, she was suddenly able to heal and save people? Did Gavyn know his ex-wife was so capable?

Waylon's emotions were incredibly complicated, but with Wesley being taken away in an ambulance, he naturally had to follow to the hospital and didn't have time to think too much. He hurriedly walked towards Aylin.

"Sorry!"

As Aylin was wiping her hands, a handsome face suddenly appeared in front of her.

"I'm truly sorry for what I just said. I was angry and spoke harshly. You saved my grandfather, and for that, you are a great benefactor to our family. Please don't be mad. When I return, you can punish me however you see fit!

Aylin, thank you."

Surprisingly, Waylon had a serious expression on his face. He set aside his usual playful and irreverent demeanor, and looked earnestly into Aylin's eyes as he offered her an apology,

After speaking, without waiting for Aylin's response, he took large strides, covering three steps in two, and quickly got into the car.

This person, at least, knows how to correct their mistakes...

Aylin couldn't help but smile wryly as she tossed the used paper towel into the trash bin and lifted her arm to stretch it out a bit.

"Arm sore?"

Robert immediately realized and reached out to rub Aylin's arm, "You, don't do that again in the

future..."

Before the conversation could continue, another figure rushed over. It was Harold. Robert was still on guard against him, and immediately gave him a cold, stern look as he approached. "What are you doing!"