The True Heiress's Return

Chapter

25

Walter and his team set out from the Lopez Group building.

At the same time, after the doctor mentioned Yvette's name, the one who had just mocked Shakira immediately interrupted. "No, it can't be Yvettel

Slowly, Shakira turned toward him, her lips curling into a faint, cold smile under her mask. She glanced at the name tag on his chest and asked, "Dr. Jenkins, tell me, why not?"

Dale shot a glare at the impolite doctor, whose name was Paul Jenkins, then he turned to Shakira with a warm, gentle smile, explaining in a soft tone. "Dr. Lonely Bird, here's the thing. The patient in the SVIP ward is one of our hospital's SVIP patients." "Have you heard of f the e Nelson family? They're one of the top five wealthy families in Crescentville with a history that goes back a hundred years. This patient is the daughter of the Nelson family, and the entire hospital takes her case very seriously." he continued. "The Nelson family hold Ms. Yvette Nelson in high regard, and they certainly aren't short on funds, so they wouldn't accept such experimental project... From his words, it was clear how influential the Nelson family was and how much they valued Yvette. Hearing this, Shakira's eyes darkened. "Mr. Tucker, don't waste your time explaining to her," Paul lifted his chin, glaring at Shakira with obvious hostility in his eyes. "She's just a nobody who came from nowhere and doesn't even dare show us her face. How could she possibly be a disciple personally taught by a medical giant? She's probably an imposter, don't fall for her tricks!" Dale froze for a moment and instinctively glanced at Shakira, suddenly realizing Paul had a point. Shakira had only shown him a letter upon entering, with no other evidence to prove she was truly Lonely Bird, not to mention that the authenticity of the letter couldn't be confirmed. After all, all, no one had ever seen who Lonely Bird truly was Shakira, of course, noticed the scrutinizing looks from Dale and the others.

She was about to speak when a nurse burst in, panting. "Mr. Tucker, bad news! Three patients just arrived in the ER. They're all vomiting blood for unknown reasons and have fallen into comas. It's serious, and the ER doctors are at a loss-they can't figure out the cause!" Dale's face instantly went pale. "Quick, gather all the hospital's internal medicine specialists right away!"

Paul spoke up at that moment, obviously setting Shakira up. "Mr Tucker, don't worry. Don't we have the famous Dr. Lonely Bird here with us?"

Dale's eyes lit up immediately, but a second later, hesitation returned. Paul's words had planted doubt in his mind about Shakira's identity. If Shakira wasn't really Lonely Bird, it could lead to a disaster to the entire hospital.

But before Dale could make up his mind, Shakira was already heading toward the nurse at the door. "Let's go. Take me

there."

The nurse didn't know who Shakira was, but after hearing the certainty in her voice, her anxiety inexplicably eased. She hurried to lead the way. "Wait! I haven't said anything yet!" Dale was flustered, quickly motioning for the other doctors to follow.

the time they reached the ER, the special care unit was already in chaos. As Shakira walked through the automatic glass doors, the patient on the outermost bed immediately coughed up blood. Shakira narrowed her eyes and swiftly approached. Paul, a step behind, deliberately raised his voice. "Lives are at stake here. Don't pretend to know what you're doing if

don't."

everyone in the ER, and they all turned toward Shakira, suddenly feeling

the nurse and took the Hand of the bleeding

slightly. He snorted, thinking to himself

to joke around when lives were on the line, so he joined the other experts in checking the other patients. Once they could determine the

which was why Dale had been so shaken by

He used

o***ns, quickly coming to a conclusion. "It's food poisoning. Send

of the

One of the

poisoning. Thanks for confirming the cause, Dr. Jenkins. Now we know what to do." Paul looked smug. "You're still lacking experience. Spend more time in the ER, and you'll figure

gastric lavage,

face darkened immediately. "What do

lung disease in my examination. And you're claiming they're close relatives? Do you think you can figure all that out just by feeling their pulses? Ridiculous."

grabbed the test results, flipping through them

blank

interrupted by the nurse's excited shout,

that after Shakira's acupuncture, the first patient's condition had stabilized. Shakira moved on

the intensive care unit. Shakira was at the sterilization sink, calmly

full of gratitude. "Dr. Lonely Bird, thank goodness you were here today. We'd be in serious trouble otherwise!" Misdiagnosing and mistreating patients was no small matter-it was a matter of life and death. Shakira