Chapter 32 The Unwanted Savior
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The man supporting the olddy on the bed looked up <b>when </b>he saw Yunice. Surprise shed across his face–followed immediately by a <b>frown</b>.
Yunice was equally shocked to find Wyatt here.
But she quickly turned her attention to the <b>woman </b>lying in bed:
<b>An </b>elderlydy, likely pushing seventy, was convulsing uncontrobly. Her eyes had rolled upward, dazed and unfocused.
What made Yunice frown even more <b>was </b>that Wyatt had his wrist pressed to the old woman’s mouth–already bitten so hard it had left deep marks.
<b>Wyatt’s </b>expression was grim. He nced at Yunice once before snapping at the maids, “Where the hell is the doctor!”
The maid who had led Yunice in stammered. “She’s the doctor!”
Wyatt shot Yunice a cold re, his anger only rising “Her? A doctor? Don’t be ridiculous!”
Yunice flinched at his scolding, startled. For a second, she genuinely questioned whether this was the same man <b>who </b><b>had </b>gently applied medicated oil to her bruises just days ago.
The old woman looked as though she might stop <b>breathing </b><b>at </b>any moment. Wyatt, unable to trust the maids, pulled out his phone <b>and </b><b>angrily </b>called Mengchu, demanding he find the best specialist immediately.
Hanging up, he turned and tried to lift the old woman in his arms to take her to the hospital.
It wasn’t until <b>his </b>knees nearly buckled that he remembered–He was crippled.
-Without <b>his </b>cane, he couldn’t move freely, let alone carry someone unconscious.
His <b>face </b>was drained of color. He could almost hear the sound of his <b>pride </b>being crushed.
As the woman continued to convulse, Wyatt lowered his head, shame darkening his expression. He was useless. Completely useless.
But <b>just </b>as he sank into that thought, someone suddenly shoved <b>himh </b>aside.
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He <b>had </b>no support to brace himself, and the push sent him tumbling awkwardly onto the carpet.
The two maids froze, staring at him in terrified silence.
Wyan’s eyes widened, ring furiously at <b>the </b>“little white rabbit” who had knocked him over.
But Yunice wasn’t even <b>looking </b>at him.
Her <b>brows </b>were furrowed in concentration. She quickly turned the elderly woman onto her side, <b>swept </b>her mouth for obstructions<b>, </b><b>and </b>gently supported her chin so her neck could extend naturally.
The olddy kept convulsing. Foam and saliva spilled from her mouth. She looked moments away from death.
Yunice, calm <b>and </b>focused, <b>said </b><b>evenly</b>, “She’s seizing. You cannot let her airway get blocked.”
She nced at Wyatt. “Letting her bite your arm like that is dangerous. She could easily choke on the secretions and suffocate. That could kill her in minutes.”
Wyatt’s anger began to fade as he listened..
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Chapter 32 The Unwanted Savior
That meant she’d been seizing for at least eight minutes.
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Yunice’s expression grew serious. “That exins it. Regr seizuresst around five minutes. This was likely a febrile seizure triggered by a persistent high fever.”
Wyatt struggled to his feet, voice strained with panic. “Is that all you know how to do–talk theory?”
Do something!
“You can’t force a seizure to stop. You <b>have </b>to let it run its course, Yunice replied.
“<b>And </b>if it doesn’t stop-
Before he could finish, the old woman suddenly fell still.
But just secondster, her hands shot up to clutch her throat. She gasped, mouth wide open, throat rattling with a choking sound like an old bellows–as though something invisible were trying to strangle her.
Wyatt and the two maids froze,pletely overwhelmed.
Only Yunice acted.
She calmly pulled a long cotton swab from her shoulder bag, soaked it in aromatic oil, then bent down and guided it carefully down the old woman’s throat.
She twisted it slightly.
A harsh gurgle sound erupted from the woman’s chest. Yunice withdrew the swab just in time.
With it came a glob of something wet and foul–sttering squarely onto her chest.
The two maids winced. It was phlegm. And they were clearly embarrassed on her behalf.
Yunice didn’t flinch. She wiped it off with a tissue, examining the color and texture carefully before wrapping it and tossing it in the trash
On the bed, the old woman finally began to breathe normally. Her expression rxed, <b>and </b>her eyes fluttered open.
-was Yunice.
The first thing she saw–was
But she couldn’t stay awake for long. Her head tilted back, and she drifted off to sleep again.
Wyatt’s face was tight with concern. “What now?” he asked.
Yunice took out <b>a </b><b>small </b><b>notebook </b><b>and </b>calmly wrote, “She’s tired. She’s just sleeping.”
She was elderly, had seized for a long time, and had drained all her strength,
Sleep <b>was </b>the only thing her body had left.