Mysterious Mrs. Pansy

Everyone in the operating room stared in shock as the black blood continued to flow from Old Pansy’s wrist. They exchanged glances, realizing the potential consequences. If anything happened to Old Pansy, Patrick would dismantle the entire hospital, and they couldn’t bear that responsibility!

“Miss North, don’t mess around! If something happens to Old Pansy… don’t harm us!” Dr. Polly couldn’t help but speak up.

Ignoring the opposition, Jane continued with the acupuncture.

With skillful hands, she inserted a needle directly into the crown of Old Pansy’s head.

“Ah, Miss North, are you insane? Are you deliberately trying to harm Old Pansy?” Dr. Polly, trembling with fear, reached out to stop Jane.

However, Dr. Pater intervened, “Dr. Polly, please don’t disturb Miss North!”

“Dr. Pater, if anything happens to Old Pansy, will you take responsibility?” Dr. Polly demanded.

“Yes, I will!” Dr. Pater replied decisively.

Seeing Dr. Pater’s trust, Jane felt a warmth in her heart.

She concentrated, giving Old Pansy the acupuncture treatment.

Ten minutes later, the nearby heart rate monitor came to life.

Old Pansy, who had weak breathing and a fading heartbeat, gradually returned to normal.

He was safe!

Everyone in the operating room breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing this, Jane removed all the silver needles, and with practiced movements, she stitched up the wound on Old Pansy’s wrist.

“What’s the principle behind this?” Dr. Pater asked curiously.

Others were equally curious. A young girl in her twenties had such miraculous medical skills, surpassing renowned doctors in their field.

“It’s a family secret, not to be shared.” Jane spoke calmly, “Traditional Chinese medicine has a history of three thousand years. Even in this era, it’s powerful. Western medicine doesn’t have all the answers.”

People nodded, and their attitude towards Jane shifted from disdain to admiration.

“Miss North, I didn’t expect you to have such extraordinary medical skills at such a young age. It’s truly admirable!” Dr. Polly, who had belittled Jane earlier, couldn’t help but give her a thumbs-up.

Jane smiled faintly, “It’s nothing.”

She instructed the nurses to take Old Pansy back to the ward for further observation.

Leaving the astonished group of doctors behind in the operating room, Jane took off her mask.

As soon as she emerged, Melissa and Beatrice rushed over, surrounding the bed, pretending to be concerned as they looked at the unconscious Old Pansy.

“Grandpa, seeing you like this, my aunt and I are really heartbroken. When will you wake up?” Melissa wiped away a tear that she had carefully squeezed out.

Beatrice also feigned concern.

Although shocked, they acknowledged that Jane had indeed stabilized the old man’s condition, something even those renowned doctors couldn’t achieve. This woman was not to be underestimated.

Melissa stood by the bed, tightly gripping the railing, her fingertips turning white, consumed by jealousy.

If Grandpa woke up and knew that Jane had done so much for him, he would probably favor this wretched woman even more!

Frowning, Jane said, “If you keep howling, disturbing Old Pansy’s rest, believe me, I’ll throw both of you out!”

“Jane, who do you think you are? This isn’t your place to interfere!” Melissa retorted.

Jane’s eyes immediately filled with hostility.

Jane’s aura was too overpowering, and Melissa suddenly remembered how Jane had soaked her like crazy under the shower yesterday. She involuntarily took a step back.

“Let’s take Old Pansy back to the ward. If there’s any issue, we’ll immediately notify you, Miss North,” Dr. Pater said.

Jane nodded, “Thank you, Dr. Pater.”

After ensuring that Old Pansy safely entered the ward, Jane gave Mr. Maurice some additional instructions.

“Alright, Miss North, rest assured, I’ll take good care of Old Pansy,” Mr. Maurice nodded repeatedly, carefully noting down each point.

Now reassured, Jane left.

When Jane reached the hospital’s ground floor, the sky had darkened, and clouds gathered, as if a storm was about to hit.

It felt like something ominous was about to happen.

Jane had a vague sense of foreboding. She took out her phone, intending to inform Rory and inquire about Old Pansy’s condition.

She felt that Old Pansy’s sudden illness was somewhat unusual, but she couldn’t pinpoint the issue.

At that moment, a black Bentley slowly pulled up in front of her.

The window rolled down, revealing Melissa’s arrogant face, with Beatrice seated beside her.

Despite the grim atmosphere, they seemed carefree, not showing any concern for Old Pansy’s condition.

“Jane, we didn’t want to argue with you at the hospital, but we advise you to have some self-awareness. Don’t think that by saving Grandpa this time, you’ll be welcomed into the Pansy family when he wakes up!” Melissa glared at Jane fiercely.

After saying this, she smirked arrogantly, and the car quickly drove away.

Watching the departing vehicle, Jane was speechless.

She continued to call Rory, and soon he answered.Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

“Hello, Uncle Newton, it’s me,” Jane said.

“Jane, what’s wrong?” Rory’s voice came through the waves.

“I’m at the hospital. Old Pansy’s condition suddenly worsened, and he’s critically ill. I stabilized his condition, but when I treated him just now, I felt that his condition was strange, unlike before.”

Jane meticulously recounted Old Pansy’s situation.

After listening to Jane, Rory remained silent for a while before pondering, “Your speculation is correct. For a chronically ill person, sudden changes mean either the end is near or someone has tampered with it. Old Pansy has been in a deep coma, and we couldn’t administer the last acupuncture to wake him up. But during this period, his condition has been stable. The sudden incident makes me suspect that someone intentionally did something to prevent him from waking up.”

Rory’s thoughts aligned with Jane’s.

His words only confirmed her suspicions, bringing clarity to Jane’s mind.

“Uncle Newton, I understand. Thank you!” After hanging up the phone, Jane felt a bit heavy-hearted.

Her speculation was indeed correct-someone had meddled.

There weren’t many people who could get close to Old Pansy, so the one behind this manipulation was becoming evident.

Yet, the question remained: why would someone do this?

What hidden motives lurked behind this act?