The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call

Chapter 4 Questioning Her Medical Skills?

“Yes, young lady, it’s better to call 911 first. This child seems lost. I’ve been shouting for a while, but no one came,” 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.

time being ignored. “Even the old man knows to call 911. Don’t

presence both sharp and cold. “Just standing by while waiting for 911? Delaying emergency treatment?

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

this, Wynter glanced at

a pretty girl could

pressed the boy’s fingers.

exploded. “Who are you calling an incompetent

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returned from abroad with Madam Gibson and awards. This little

Wynter disinfected the needles,

traditional

The difference lies in his stable and moderate pulse. Moreover, his l*p lines are dry, clearly indicating prolonged exposure to high temperatures. You don’t

medical signs. I’ve also learned