Chapter 676 Famous Doctor
Despite taking the medication, Emma's face was paler than the bedsheets. The cramps in her lower abdomen felt like countless needles stabbing her, and cold sweat soaked through her pajamas. Even her breathing was shaky.
"Emma, hang in there, the medicine's coming," George rushed in with a bottle of pills and a glass of warm water. He fumbled to give her the medication, but she pushed him away. She had already taken two pills earlier, but the pain hadn't subsided; instead, it surged like an unstoppable tide.
"It's not working, George. It hurts so much." Emma clutched his hand, her nails digging into his flesh. Her vision began to blur. "The baby, my baby."
George's heart felt like it was being crushed by a boulder. He scooped her up and dashed downstairs, his phone connecting just in time. "Billy! The medicine isn't working!" Billy's response made his face turn pale. "There's only one possibility left. The situation has worsened! The tumor is pressing on an artery. She needs surgery immediately! If we delay any longer, it could be fatal for both her and the baby! Wait at home, the ambulance is on its way."
The sound of the ambulance siren grew louder as it approached. Paramedics rushed in with a stretcher. By the time they carefully moved Emma onto it, she was already semi-conscious, mumbling, "Don't touch my baby."
George ran alongside the stretcher, his fingertips icy.
Just as the stretcher was about to be loaded into the ambulance, a man in a floral shirt and flip-flops sauntered in from the yard, a cigarette dangling unlit from his lips. He glanced nonchalantly at Emma on the stretcher. "She's too weak. If she goes into surgery now, she won't make it."
George whipped around, his pupils contracting as he recognized the man's carefree face. It was him!
Years ago, when Charles was bedridden and all the top doctors were at a loss, it was this elusive man who had miraculously made Charles walk again.
Afterward, George had tried to find him to express his gratitude, but the man had vanished without a trace.
And now, here he was.
"Who are you? Get out of the way!" A nurse tried to push him aside, but he deftly dodged her.
"I'm here to treat her." The man spat out the cigarette butt and raised an eyebrow at George. "If she goes into surgery now, it's a one-way ticket to hell. Are you sure you want to send her there?"
"Can you help her?" George's voice was tight, clinging to a last shred of hope. He had never believed in miracles, but something about this man inspired an inexplicable trust.
"What do you think?" The man grinned like a cunning fox. "But my services don't come cheap."
"Whatever it costs!" George said immediately. "I'll give you everything I have—my house, my shares, my cash... Just save her!"
The man whistled. "Big talk. I want everything you own, transferred to my name."
Compared to Emma's life, what did any of that matter?
"Fine, I agree!"
"George, are you crazy?" Scarlett's voice came from the doorway. She had heard that George was living with Emma again and had rushed over, only to hear George's insane offer.
"The Russell Group has already been swindled away by Emma and Michael. All you have left are some personal assets to live on. How can you give everything to a stranger? How are we supposed to live? Billy said she needs surgery. We should listen to the doctor!"
"Emma can't wait! He's the only one who can save her!"
"How do you know he can? What if he's a fraud?" Scarlett tried to pull George away, but an elderly voice stopped her. "Enough!"
Charles stood at the door, leaning on a cane. Despite his wrinkles, his eyes were sharp. He didn't even glance at Scarlett, walking straight to the man and bowing slightly. "Sir, you saved my life years ago. Please, save my granddaughter-in-law this time. The Russell family will give you everything we have, just save her and the baby."
Scarlett was stunned. "Dad? You..."
"This is none of your business!" Charles glared at her. "If it weren't for him, I'd be dead! Emma is our daughter-in-law. We'll give everything to save her!"
The man looked at the father and son before him and suddenly laughed. "Alright, since you're so sincere, I'll take the job." He pointed at the stretcher. "Take her to the medical room upstairs. Everyone else, out."
George immediately directed the servants to comply. Scarlett wanted to argue, but Charles' stern look silenced her, and she reluctantly retreated to the living room.
The door to the medical room closed, and the sound of clinking instruments could be heard inside. The living room fell silent. George stared at the door, his palms sweaty. Charles sat on the couch, eyes closed, but his fingers trembled slightly. Scarlett paced back and forth, her face a mix of anxiety and anger.
After what felt like an eternity, the door finally opened. The man stepped out, peeling off blood-stained gloves and tossing them aside. He yawned. "All done. The tumor's gone, and the baby's safe. Here's the follow-up medication. Take it as prescribed and come back for a check-up in three months." He handed over a paper packet filled with medicine.
George rushed in to see Emma lying peacefully on the bed. Though still pale, her breathing was steady. A bandage covered the incision on her abdomen, with no sign of bleeding. His heart finally settled. He turned and bowed deeply to the man. "Thank you!"
"No need for thanks," the man said, clapping his hands. "Sign here. I've had the transfer documents prepared."
Without hesitation, George signed the papers. Scarlett, beside herself with frustration, was held back by Charles.
The man took the documents, flipped through them, then chuckled and tossed them back to George. "Just messing with you."
Everyone was stunned.
The man approached George, his demeanor suddenly serious. "Keep your assets. I don't want your money. What I wanted was your promise to give up everything for Emma."
He pulled a USB drive from his pocket and handed it to George. "Michael asked me to give this to you. He's transferred the Russell Group and some of his personal assets back to you. He said he owed you and wanted to repay you."
George took the USB drive, his hands trembling.
"He also said," the man paused, his tone meaningful, "that he never treated anyone well in his life. His only regret was not realizing his feelings sooner. He doesn't want you to make the same mistake. If you ever mistreat Emma, he'll come back from the grave to settle the score."
The living room was silent, save for the ticking of the clock on the wall.
The man reverted to his casual demeanor, waving at Charles. "Charles, the debt from years ago is settled. Farewell." With that, he turned and walked away, his steps light as a breeze, disappearing in an instant.
George stood there for a long moment before snapping out of it and rushing out to thank him, but the man was already gone. He thought he heard the man muttering something about "one more," but when he listened closely, the last traces of sound had vanished with the wind.
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