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    Straightening, the butler’s entire demeanor changed, respect written all over his face as he watched the vehicle vanish into the heart of the pce. Still left standing at the gate, Elena was about to send a message to her contact when a sharp cry split the air.


    Amotion swelled—a voice called out, “Someone’s…”


    Within moments, people began to gather, concern rippling through the crowd. Drawn by the urgent voices, Elena made her way through and spotted a young boy, barely six years old, sprawled motionless on the cobblestones, skin ashen and lips tinged blue. “How did this happen to him?” someone called out. “He looks like he’s fading fast… Will he pull through? Where are his parents? Does anyone know this child?”


    Anxious faces clustered, but not a single adult imed the boy as their own. Across the crowd, a middle-aged woman noticed a figure in a whiteb coat emzoned with the Gleyross Hospital logo. She hurried over, gripping the doctor’s arm in desperation. “Hey, you’re a doctor from Gleyross Hospital, right? Please, do something! This child copsed right in front of us!”


    The doctor’s reply cameced with cold indifference as she pulled away without hesitation. “I’m not authorized to treat him. Without his guardian’s consent, I can’t take the risk. If something goes wrong, who’s taking responsibility?”


    “How can you just walk away?” the middle-aged woman asked, anxiety in her voice. “You took an oath to help people!”


    By now, the boy’s limbs were losing warmth, and his breathing had grown faint.


    Several bystanders chimed in, begging the doctor to help, but her expression didn’t waver. In her view, if there was no guardian and no one willing to pay, then there was no point in getting involved. After all, her treatment wasn’t something just anyone was entitled to.


    Worry and frustration rippled through the crowd, voices rising and elbows jostling for space.


    At that moment, Elena pressed forward, shouldering through the cluster of bodies. Her voice cut through the panic, clear and calm. “Everyone, step back. He needs room to breathe.”


    Authority in her tone made the onlookers shrink away, a circle quickly forming around her and the boy.


    Kneeling at his side, Elena lifted his eyelids and checked his pulse, eyes moving quickly from symptom to symptom. A brief examination gave her enough to act, and she unzipped her backpack.


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    Reaching for her medical kit, Elena prepared to begin emergency care, but the middle-aged woman who had first raised the rm spoke up again, wringing her hands. “Wait—are you a doctor? Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”


    Several bystanders voiced their concerns. “Listen, miss, if you’re not a real doctor, please step back. If things go wrong, this could get dangerous. The safest bet is to call an ambnce right away.”


    “That’s right. The boy’s family isn’t here. If he gets hurt, it’s all on us.”


    Warm-hearted as the middle-aged woman was, she still balked at the idea of risking me if something went wrong.


    Suspicion filled the air as people eyed Elena—her youth and casual clothes made them doubt her qualifications.


    With steady hands, Elena loosened the boy’s tie and unfastened his buttons, offering calm words. “There’s no need to worry. I’m a licensed doctor.” Her first-aid kit was open in seconds, and she started pulling out what she needed.


    A sharp voice cut through themotion. “Don’t touch him!” The doctor who had been quietly observing the scene shouted, “What gives you the right to inject someone without clearance?”


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