Unveiling the Genius Behind the Divorcee
Chapter 276

Chapter 276 I Am Althea

Memories came flooding back uncontrollably.

Once upon a time, this fragrant body belonged to him. She was gentle, never complained, and never took the initiative back then. When she was bullied, she would bear her hardships quietly. Gavyn's body heated up at the thought of it.

They drew closer, physically and mentally. The woman's soft lips were right by his ears, parted slightly, as if they were inviting for a kiss.

Gavyn lifted his head instinctively.

Perhaps because the atmosphere at this time was too seductive, for when Aylin stared at the man's side profile close to her, her heart suddenly beat. irregularly.

Buzz!

Just as their foreheads nearly touched and they exchanged a lingering kiss, the phone rang sharply, breaking the romantic atmosphere.

Aylin immediately returned to her senses, grabbed the bed rail, and stood up.

She calmed down and answered the call.

"Hello?"

Gavyn frowned, his expression dark. Who would call at this time of the day?

"Aylin, Aylin, help. Dad is coming after me again. Aylin... Ah!" Abby's tender and harsh cry came from the other end of the phone.

Aylin's face suddenly darkened. "Abby, I'll be right there. You hide somewhere safe first!"

Aylin made a prompt decision and didn't explain to Gavyn. He asked David to contact a helicopter urgently and rushed out of the ward.

"You...!"

Gavyn felt suffocated as he watched her leave.

In fact, those gangsters yesterday were no match for him, and he was not drunk to the point where he couldn't tell the difference between people and animals. With a few words, he guessed who was behind it.

He deliberately didn't use all his strength and suffered some injuries that looked scary but not serious. It was all part of a tightly woven plan to make

Aylin stay with him for a few days.

In the end, it only resulted to such a brief night.

A hundred miles away from New York, a small helicopter landed on the roof of a building of CHI Health Quick Care at an astonishing speed.

Aylin opened the hatch door and jumped down lightly and neatly.

"David, I need you to do something for me..."

After Aylin finished giving orders, David nodded solemnly. She then rushed downstairs quickly.

Just now, she received another call from Abby's phone number, but it was not the little child herself who spoke.

"Hello, hello? Excuse me, are you a relative of this number owner? I think the name she gave you is 'Sister.""

"Yes, I am. What happened?"

"Your sister fainted on the roadside. I've already sent her to Primo Hospital, but she can't have the operation without her family's signature. I'll send the address to your phone. Come over quickly!" Aylin was still on the helicopter at that time. When she heard this, she wanted to kill Ruben.

Abby is my daughter. How dare he!

Outside the emergency operating room on the fifth floor, several specialists were already waiting.

"How's the child?"

When Aylin arrived, several hospital staff were stunned by the appearance of the visitor before they asked, "What's your relation to the child?"

"Cousin!"

Conor Obadiah adjusted his glasses and handed over the consultation video. "The little girl has fractures and contusions of different degrees in her wrist and leg bones. The most important thing is that her head has suffered a serious impact, and the CT scan showed that there is an epidural hematoma - a traumatic brain injury. Part of the hematoma is pressing on the medulla."

He frowned and looked at Aylin, thinking that she was too young. "The child may need surgery, but it's very risky. You can't make the decision."

Fracture? Brain impact? How could she be so badly injured! Aylin thought.

The child was lying unconscious on the hospital bed, her face pale. She was still alive and kicking when she left. Abby looked so fragile now, as if she would go at any moment. Aylin was heartbroken to see that.

"I can make the decision."

Her beautiful face was solemn, and she looked straight at the doctor. "Operate on her immediately. I'll be responsible for what happens!"

"No!"

Another young doctor, Phil Evans, frowned in displeasure. "We should have immediate family members making such a big decision. You are so young and clearly not the parent here. How can you make the decision?"

Conor nodded. "That's right. If something really happens, it's going to be a medical accident. It's not up to a young girl like you to take responsibility for It's better to call the parents."

"Let's go to the conference room. Ask the head of the pediatrics department to come over, too. We'll talk about the details of the operation."

In the conference room, all the top figures in pediatrics, surgery, neurology, and craniotomy gathered together for a consultation.

Conor projected the CT scan report on the screen and said, "Everyone has a copy of the condition. Asher, what do you think?"

Asher was the head of the pediatrics department specializing in difficult diseases. He frowned and said, "I prefer conservative treatment. The child is too young. Once the craniotomy is done, the aftermath will be unimaginable."

Phil nodded in agreement. “Besides, the hematoma is so constricted that the operation is too risky. The immediate family members are not present. To put it bluntly, in case something happens on the way..." Phil didn't continue, but everyone present was experienced and knew each other well.

If the patient suddenly died, the relatives would come to demand for compensation, leading to a messy and unending situation!

As a doctor, the first thing to be considered is the patient's condition."

It was Conor who said such a noncommittal remark. He used his experience to judge the situation on the report. "But in my opinion, the child's hematoma should not be big, so there's no need to rush to open her brain. Go to the edema first, then make a decision after her condition has stabilized."

"Agreed."

"I agree. This is the safest way!"

No one objected, and Conor was ready to conclude the meeting. "Then it's settled. We choose conservative treatment. Nurse, prepare an informed consent form for..." Before she could finish her sentence, a clear but firm voice sounded at the door.

"No!"

The door was pushed open neatly, revealing a woman with a ponytail standing there. Her mask covered most of her face tightly, and her short-sleeves and

long pants made her appear professional.

Conor searched his memory but couldn't recognize the person through the outfit. He immediately frowned and asked, "Who are you? Idlers aren't allowed in the doctors' conference room!"

Phil immediately added, "That's right! Couldn't the nurses tell what you are? Hurry up and kick her out!"

"I'm here to save people. The real idlers here are you." Aylin crossed her arms and glanced over. "You have to have a craniotomy in this situation. The more you drag this on for the patient, the more dangerous it will be."

"Impossible!"

Conor had been practicing medicine for decades and was known for his excellent medical skills. No one dared to question his professional ability.

Aylin gazed at them with a cold expression, exuding a powerful aura around her. "The marrow extension is the vital breathing center. If we are one step late, her condition can't be cured. The hematoma looks small, but it continues to grow! The patient will die at any moment!" Conor was stunned. She even knows about the breathing center?

Asher couldn't stand it anymore. He stood up and said unhappily, "Which hospital are you from? What's your name? Don't show off after learning a few words. Be careful of harming others and yourself, or you will ruin your future!"

Aylin said indifferently, "I'm Althea.