Rebirth of the Deadly Beauty

Chapter 5

"What kind of crappy hospital is this? Where's your director? I want to see him right now! Bring out your best doctor! I'm warning you. The person lying in there isn't some average person!

"He's Simon Carter, the renowned artist from Creybia who was invited by your city to hold an art exhibition here! Who's going to be responsible if anything happens to him?" The man's furious voice traveled from the hospital room and echoed through the hospital hallways. Yolanda was about to leave when she heard this and stopped. "Simon Carter?"

The renowned artist from Creybia who had been invited by Riverdale? She remembered taking lessons from him in her past life, but he barely said two words to her on account of her identity.

At the thought of this, Yolanda turned around and made her way to Simon's hospital room. The middle-aged man pacing in the hall frowned and glared at her as he snapped, "Get the hell out of here, kid!" "Let me go in and take a look," Yolanda said.

The man assessed her incredulously. "You?" The more he looked at her, the less he felt like letting her through.

Hurried footsteps sounded from down the hall. A doctor in a white coat rushed toward the room and humbled himself before the middle-aged man anxiously. "How's Mr. Carter doing?"

"How is he doing? Your doctors just told me they could do nothing about his case!" The middle-aged man was incensed as he demanded, "Summon your best doctor at once!"

Francesco Wyatt, the hospital director, wiped the beads of cold sweat from his brow. "But the doctors who came to examine him earlier were our best. Could we send him to Creybia instead? Perhaps we still have time." "We're out of time, Mr. Wyatt." The nurse who left the hospital room shook her head gravely as soon as she went out. "Mr. Carter suffered an aneurysm on the way here. If we do not treat him within half an hour, he will die."

Half an hour. How was Francesco supposed to find anyone to take on the case if no doctor in the hospital could save him from whatever disease he was riddled with?

Just as they were caught in a dilemma, a crisp voice sounded from the other side of the hotel. "I can save him."

As soon as the words left her mouth, everyone in the hall turned to look at her derisively. The young lady they saw was stocky and covered in acne, and her features were marred by her blemishes. Yet, her gaze was clear, and her tone firm and confident. "We're at a hospital, missy. You can't joke about these things," Francesco warned as he glanced at Yolanda.

joking. I meant it when I said I could save

her words. The middle-aged man and Francesco appraised her contemptuously. One of

in clipped tones. After she had answered the question, she walked

was better off not speaking for now, as she had irked the crowd to

You're the good-for-nothing child the Hendersons sent to the juvenile detention center! Didn't you

"Don't make me say it again, but yes, I

were indignant. Even the passers-by took one look at Yoladna and sneered, "How is it that the Hendersons have such an ugly piece of

like she

skills can a woman who just got out of the juvenile detention center have?

remarks carried on. Yolanda looked up slowly at the chief

Who in their right mind would vouch for you or

oblivious that you don't even know you're trash, Yolanda? Did you come to

"Fine, then. If none of you believe I can save the man, I'll just abandon him. But I've never been one to tolerate

that, she shoved the doctor away from the door and opened it. She then slammed it shut and locked it from the inside, her movements too swift for Francesco or anyone to respond in

what she had done, it was too late. She was already

is she going

Mr. Carter is in there. If

the greatest artists who specializes in traditional paintings!

no sound or movement came

the door down as they

the door opened with a whoosh, and Yolanda walked