The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call (Wynter Quinnell) novel Chapter 4

"Yes, young lady, it's better to call 911 first. This child seems lost. I've been shouting for a while, but no one c​​ame," an old man said. He feared that the responsibility would fall on this girl if something went wrong.

Wynter quickly untied the little boy's suit and found a shady place nearby. "Ladies and gentlemen, rest assured, I have a medical license."

She pulled her backpack as she spoke to reveal a foldable small medical box. When the box opened, rows of silver needles and various surgical knives, long and short, were neatly arranged.

Wynter once again checked the boy's pulse.

"Stop!" The man in the white coat couldn't stand it anymore. He shouted loudly, "How can you randomly give the patient injections?"

Ignoring him, Wynter lowered her eyes. She counted the boy's pulse and heart rate.

The man in the white coat sneered, "I am Luke Johnson, a student from Sacred Heart Medical University, and under Madam Gibson's guidance. I'm not an ordinary commoner. You say you have a medical license? How old are you?"

Wynter remained indifferent. She focused on the little boy, disinfecting the needles.

"I'm talking to you!" It was Luke's first time being ignored. "Even the old man knows to call 911. Don't you understand?"

Wynter knelt on one knee, her presence both sharp and cold. "Just standing by while waiting for 911? Delaying emergency treatment? Is that how your teacher taught you?"

"Who said just to stand by and wait for 911?" Luke was irritated, disdainfully retorting, "You're the one delaying emergency treatment now. Taking out needles to show off. You better put away your pseudo-science of traditional medicine. Let me perform CPR for the patient."

Upon hearing this, Wynter glanced at him, her gaze extremely cold.

Who would have thought such a pretty girl could be so unyielding?