The crowd turned around, only to see a girl around 18 years old gasping for breath as she approached them. She was dressed in a hooded T-shirt and smoke-grey jeans, with a pair of little leather boots on her feet, revealing two straight and proportionate legs in between. She must have run here in a hurry, her forehead still dotted with fine sweat that hadn’t been wiped away, panting, hands propped on her knees, her eyes burning with a tuft of wildfire.
"I’ll do it."
Aunt Cagwin stared at her blankly, her mouth hanging open, her tear-streaked sallow face a picture of utter astonishnt, "Nathalie?"
Alfred Garland, following behind, was also stunned. He scratched his head, not understanding what was going on, and turned to the man beside him, "Amadeus, what is Ms. Quinlan doing?"
Mischief?
It didn’t seem like it!
Nathalie wasn’t the kind of girl who liked to cause trouble.
Though she was young, her deanor was even more composed than her brother, Mr. Zachmann.
In such a situation, there was no reason for her to be creating a fuss.
But how was what she said any different from causing trouble?
"How could a high school student know dical techniques? Performing brain surgery isn’t like cutting open a waterlon; she just waltzes in here as if it’s nothing. Isn’t this causing trouble?"
Amadeus Yancey lifted his eyebrows with his hand, his lashes lowered, and a light laugh spilled from his thin, brilliant lips, "Huh." Interesting~
He thought Nathalie just seed to be different from other girls, but now it was clear, it wasn’t his illusion, she really was that exceptional.
There Nathalie stood, like a mystery!
*
A high school girl telling a group of Grade-A hospital neurosurgeons that she wanted to perform surgery had everyone baffled.
The so-called most beautiful female neurosurgeon, Yuna Ullr, was the first to sneer arrogantly, her chin lifted as she sized the girl up, "You? Several of us doctors aren’t confident about this, and you, a high school student, just say you’ll do it? What if you end up killing the patient, can you bear the responsibility?"
Nathalie, standing under the light in the hallway, wild and cool, grunted in affirmation, "Yeah, I’ll take responsibility."
Yuna Ullr’s fine eyebrows twisted, apricot eyes now irritated and full of disdain, "Heh, what kind of joke is this? You say you’ll take responsibility; with what will you do that? Treating patients is not like playing house; you can’t act the hero without the ability. The hospital doesn’t dare to take full responsibility for this surgery; can you afford it?"
"How about I put my life on the line?"
Nathalie stood her ground before them, hands in her pockets, the thin sweat on her forehead still not dry, her breath still slightly short, but her whole being exuded arrogance and confidence.
"If I fail the surgery, I’ll give my life to Uncle Cagwin."
Aunt Cagwin covered her mouth, not allowing her to speak like that, shaking her head frantically, "Don’t talk nonsense, all this talk of living and dying, you’re still young, your uncle doesn’t deserve this, none of us do. It’s not worth it for you to do this."
Nathalie’s eyes were beautiful, shaped a bit like peach blossom eyes with the outer corners lifted like phoenix eyes, which made her seem not quite obedient; even when she softened her gaze, there was still rebelliousness evident in the arch of her brows.
Impossibly wild!
She helped Aunt Cagwin to a chair to sit down, her eyes and lashes lowered, creating a shadow beneath her eyes, and she said softly, "I know full well whether you and Uncle Cagwin are worth it in my heart. Don’t worry, I won’t let Uncle Cagwin die."
Aunt Cagwin’s eyes reddened, grasping her hand, unable to speak through her sobs, her mouth clumsy with the sa repeated sentint, "Nathalie, it’s not worth it, we haven’t done anything for you."
Nathalie straightened up, reached out to wipe away the tears on her face, "Don’t cry."
Having comforted Aunt Cagwin, she turned around, her hands clasped behind her, her gaze a mix of wildness and certainty, "Transferring hospitals and continuing to wait are both unrealistic now. You don’t have a second option at the mont, so you might as well let try."
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