The Promise of Happiness (Natalie and Samuel) novel Chapter 441

Chapter 441 Blood On Her Hands

Disbelief crossed the surgeon’s face when he saw Scarlett sitting straight on the bed energetically.

“What a miracle! It’s a medical miracle! This is the first time I have had the chance to encounter a miracle like this after all these years of being in neurosurgery.”

Then, he inquired politely, “Can you tell me what has caused the patient to wake up?”

Zayden was about to explain that it was all from Natalie’s acupuncture, but she stopped him.

“Maybe God has shown mercy. Ms. Scarlett was coughing vigorously a while ago, and she managed to cough up the hematoma,” Natalie lied casually, hiding the fact she had helped Scarlett earlier.

She didn’t want to reveal her skills.

The professional might treat her skills as a common folk remedy.

Modern medicine had its advancement, while traditional medicine had its profoundness. It was through fate that she had saved a person’s life. She didn’t want any praises and ended up with the mess that happened in Livingsfill.

“This…”

The surgeon sighed as he was all curious and amazed. He couldn’t use any other words to describe the scene in front of him other than a miracle.

“Doctor, you should check her condition,” Natalie said.

“That’s right. Please check my granddaughter’s condition, Doctor,” Charles chimed in as he was rather anxious.

The surgeon conducted a comprehensive checkup on Scarlett and reached the same conclusion as Natalie.

All the intracranial hematoma had been gotten rid of her brain, and his tests had shown no side effects had impacted her nervous system.

Charles asked, “Why is my granddaughter behaving this way if she’s fine?”

The surgeon’s eyebrows drew together as he answered, “The system within the human brain is very complicated. Even though our tests had shown that she was in the clear, it didn’t mean she was completely healthy. I’ll list a couple of possibilities for her to be like this. It could be her experience with some trauma before she got hurt, and that incident had triggered the defense mechanism to protect itself. It could’ve chosen to regress to a safe memory of hers when she was younger to avoid secondary harm.”

Natalie cast a glance at Scarlett sitting on the bed.

The edema on her face had reduced by a lot, but her naivety and innocence showed on it.

Natalie couldn’t discern whether Scarlett was acting or had truly lost her mind.

Scarlett had gone loony.