She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor
Chapter 733: One Chops Wood, One Carries Water

Chapter 733: Chapter 733: One Chops Wood, One Carries Water

"We were turned away."

Daniel Johnson sighed. Although disappointed, it was expected.

The elder was already at a venerable age, long since retired, no longer practicing medicine, with a particularly eccentric personality. He sought neither wealth nor profit; if he didn’t want to help, no amount of money would persuade him.

"But..." Anthony Taylor seemed to remember something amusing and curled his lips, "We don’t need to worry about this; there are people who will."

Daniel Johnson raised an eyebrow, "You mean President Lewis?"

Anthony Taylor shook his head, "Not just him."

Time ticked by second by second.

Old Lady Taylor’s surgery went from eight o’clock to two, a full six hours. The long surgery was exhausting for Hope Williams, but on the operating table, she didn’t dare to lose focus, remaining completely engrossed in the task at hand, leaving no room for error.

Although she had been standing for more than six hours, none of the doctors beside her dared to slack off either. They kept their eyes on Hope Williams’s operation while continuously monitoring Old Lady Taylor’s vital signs.

Hope Williams placed the scalpel on the tray beside her, "It’s done, prepare for suturing."

Hope Williams took the suture handed over by the doctor next to her.

Finally, the entire surgery was completed, and it was successful.

The doors of the operating room opened, and Hope Williams came out, with Anthony Taylor and Daniel Johnson promptly stepping forward.

Hope Williams removed her mask and said, "The surgery was very successful, you can rest assured."

Anthony Taylor breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank you for your hard work."

Hope Williams pursed her lips slightly, "It’s my duty."

"Afterwards, the old lady will be sent to the ICU for observation for two days; there will be professional doctors monitoring her. Specific post-operative precautions will be explained to you later."

"Alright." Anthony Taylor glanced at the pale-faced Hope Williams and frowned, "Are you okay? Go rest for a while."

Hope Williams, holding on to her strength, nodded.

She really felt a bit unsteady now. The more than six-hour-long surgery undeniably left her extremely fatigued. She barely walked a few steps before running out of strength, leaning against the wall before slowly crouching down, her vision suddenly plunging into darkness, feeling dizzy.

She leaned against the wall, clutching her chest, struggling to breathe.

To avoid collapsing, she could only lean against the wall.

Hope Williams felt her condition wasn’t as severe as Daniel Johnson suggested, but today, she finally understood his concerns; whenever she was exhausted, her body betrayed her.

Anthony Taylor and Daniel Johnson noticed Hope Williams crouching in the corner while walking, immediately jogged over to her.

Waylon Lewis originally intended to pick up Hope Williams from the hospital, but as he reached the corridor, he saw Hope Williams leaning against the wall.

His heart fiercely trembled, and he rushed over to her with large strides.

Hope Williams tried to stand, but a piercing headache overwhelmed her, and her body uncontrollably fell backward.

"Hope!"

"Hope!"

She heard several voices echoing around her. With difficulty, she opened her eyes a bit and saw Anthony Taylor, Daniel Johnson, and Waylon Lewis’s faces. She wanted to say something, but her body couldn’t hold on any longer, as if her energy was completely drained, and she fell into unconsciousness.

"Hope!" Waylon Lewis held the icy-cold Hope Williams, tense as a drawn string. Without hesitating, he scooped her up and ran out with large strides.

Anthony Taylor watched the direction Waylon Lewis left, inexplicably curling his lips, "This is a hospital, where is he taking her?"

Daniel Johnson shrugged; he didn’t know either.

...

Hope Williams didn’t know how long it had been. Her eyelids trembled and she slowly woke up. At this moment, she felt a slight pain in some parts of her skin. As she attempted to move, an old, wrinkled hand pressed down on her shoulder.

"Don’t move."

An unfamiliar, elderly voice echoed.

Hope Williams’s eyes flickered around, realizing she was lying on a wooden bed with an old man with a white beard sitting beside her, applying needles, the room filled with a strong herbal scent, completely unfamiliar to her.

Having just woken up, Hope Williams was genuinely bewildered. She moved her mouth, about to speak, but the old man spoke again, "Don’t talk."

The elder’s voice was full of vigor and sounded somewhat stern.

Hope Williams blinked, full of questions, but she could only keep her mouth shut.

After about half an hour, the elder removed the silver needles from her acupuncture points and got up to walk outside.

After a while, the elder returned with a bowl of medicinal soup that smelled bitter, followed by a worried-looking Waylon Lewis.

Hope Williams pursed her lips and propped herself up to sit.

Waylon Lewis anxiously reached out to support her back, his handsome face full of concern, "How do you feel? Any better?"

Hope Williams nodded, feeling much better now, "I’m a lot better."

Her gaze examined Waylon Lewis, noticing he wore merely a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up. His usually clean and tidy shirt was surprisingly quite dirty today.

Hope Williams was genuinely curious about what had happened. How did she end up in this herb-filled wooden hut, and who was this elder administering needles to her?

The elder glanced at Waylon Lewis and spoke grumpily, "Why are you in here? Have you finished splitting all the wood?"

Waylon Lewis’s face tightened, "No."

"Then hurry up, won’t you? Your wife needs treatment here for a month; shouldn’t I get some compensation for the treatment?"

Splitting wood?

Hope Williams was utterly bemused, not daring to believe it.

Waylon Lewis furrowed his brows and asked the elder, "How is she now?"

"Her body is battered and needs slow recuperation. With me here, don’t worry."

Only then did Waylon Lewis nod, glanced at Hope Williams, and, urged by the old man, had to walk out.

Shortly, Hope Williams heard the sound of wood being chopped outside.

Was Waylon Lewis really chopping wood?

"Girl, what’s with that look? Can’t your husband split some wood for me as payment for the treatment?"

It’s not unfeasible.

It’s just...

Waylon Lewis! The first young master of Emperor Capital’s most prestigious family, has he ever split wood in his life?

Just as Hope Williams was astounded, the elder handed her the medicine and then said, "Drink it."

"Thank you." Hope Williams took the bowl of medicine. The elder walked to the side, boiled a pot of tea, lay on a nearby rocking chair, and leisurely said, "How comfortable, with someone to chop wood and someone to fetch water."

Fetch water?

Hope Williams, "There’s someone else?"

"Yes, a young fellow with a head full of white hair. He also begged me to come down the mountain and treat you, but he was hopelessly inept. I asked him to weed the garden, and he pulled out my vegetables. Asked him to cook, and he burnt a hole in my pot, so I could only send him to fetch water.

And your husband, another clumsy one. I asked him to feed the chickens, and he nearly stuffed them to death. I asked him to herd the ducks, and he let eight out and brought back only two. I finally had to send him to chop wood, and even that he can’t do properly."

The elder hummed disdainfully, scorn clearly evident.