Chapter 3 Rescuing Someone on the Street


    “Boss, you really do have a discerning eye! I’ll prepare the money to pay the Yardwood family now!”


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    Wynter’s gaze remained indifferent as she said, “No rush. I’ll head to bed first and deal with it


    tomorrow.”


    Apart from making money, Wynter’s biggest interest was treating variousplicated


    diseases.


    Cases like the one from the Yardwood family were quite good. In fact, she was the only one who could


    calmly face the arrival of the Yardwood family in Southville.


    Looking around now, all the prestigious families of Southville were in a hurry. Even families like the


    Yates family were busy making connections just to get an invitation from the Yardwood family.


    Rumors were circting even in the regr resident’s circles, making this month particrly lively in


    Southville.


    First, the richest man in Kingbourne was looking for his granddaughter, and now the Yardwood family


    hade for medical consultations.


    Rumors had it that the legendary divine doctor, known as “Dr. Miracle,” had appeared in Southville,


    which prompted the Yardwood family’s visit.


    There were many rumors about this “Dr. Miracle,” but it was difficult to distinguish between truth and


    falsehood.


    With the Yardwood family’s invitation, this “Dr. Miracle” might actually appear…


    The next day, in the retired courtyard, Wynter still woke upte. Like any working person, she was


    reluctant to leave her refreshing little house and soft bed on a hot morning.


    However, she had to earn money.


    After washing her face, she went out with just a bag and without makeup. She grabbed a public bike to


    avoid traffic during the morning rush hour.


    “Hello, Wynter. Heading out?”


    “Umm… Yeah.”


    Chapter 3 Rescuing Sneone the Street


    Everyone whom she passed greeted her. Wynter took a hotdog that Jacob gave her. She moved


    forward without a care. In no time, she blended into the traffic flow.


    Half an hourter, at the renowned Caesar Hotel in Southville, the lobby and surrounding areas bustled


    with activity. The high–end cars in the entire Southville had gathered here.


    Inparison, Wynter, riding a bicycle, looked particrly conspicuous.


    As she arrived, even before she could park, the security guard, Micah, approached to drive her away.


    “Go away. Where did you poor studente from? We are not open to the public today,”


    Micah said.


    Wynter propped up the bike with one leg, her gaze meeting his. Her tone was calm as she said, “I’m


    here to save someone.”


    “You? Here to save someone?” Micah burst intoughter. “I say, little girl, you’re not that old, but you’re


    quite good at bragging.”


    Wynter thought for a moment, brought up the invitation page on her phone, and said, Please tell the


    people inside that Dr. Miracle hase to ept the invitation.”


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    “Dr. Miracle? I’m also a divine doctor, then!” Micah scornfully nced at her and said, “I’ve seen so


    many invitations, but I’ve never seen someone show it on their phone like you…”


    With that, he waved at Wynter dismissively and said, “Quickly leave. Don’t block the way.”


    After he finished speaking, Micah went and happily opened the door for a luxury car. He said, “Madam


    Gibson, Ms. Yates, you’ve arrived. I’ll quickly inform the people inside and prepare tea for you.”


    The people inside the luxury car only nodded through the window, not responding. Micah, however,


    was pleased, as if he had gotten a huge bonus.


    As the luxury car drove past, through the car window, Yvette inside seemed to recognize Wynter and


    showed a hint of hesitation.


    Madam Gibson asked, “Yvette, what’s wrong?”


    Yvetteughed softly and said, “Nothing.”


    Outside the car, Wynter’s gaze remained indifferent. She walked decisively, with a yful hint at the


    corner of her m*uth.


    She never expected that someone who could decide life and death with just one needle would be


    looked down upon like this.


    Chapter 3 Rescuing Sneone the Street


    Indeed, those who experienced a loss of position and influence often faced indignity afterward. Wynter


    raised her l*ps slightly.


    Wynter believed that treating an illness depended on fate, and she would not treat those who only


    sought personal gain.


    Today, she would skip this consultation.


    Pulling out her phone, Wynter was about to send a rejection message.


    Suddenly, a scream came from the other side of the road.


    “Oh no, someone fainted!”


    In an instant, many people rushed over.


    “Oh my God! It’s a child!”


    “His face is so pale…”


    Hearing themotion, Wynter didn’t hesitate. She stopped the bike and walked quickly toward the


    crowd.


    The little boy lying on the ground was only three or four years old. His forehead was wet as if he had


    sweated a lot.


    Someone grabbed a person in a white coat and said, “Young man, you’re a doctor, right? Quickly save


    this child!”


    “No, I can’t do so, ma’am. The family is not here, and I dare not take the initiative.” The person in the


    white coat shook his head, showing disdain. “Besides, I don’t treat just anyone.


    Upon seeing this, Wynter directly pushed through the crowd. Her voice was clear, and her tone was


    professional as she said, “Please make way. Keep the airway open. The patient needs venttion to


    cool down.”


    Perhaps it was her unquestionable presence, as the onlookers, after hearing her words, surprisingly did


    not question her.


    When Wynter squatted down, her fingers reached for the child’s neck.


    The nearbydy, Patricia, became a bit anxious and asked, “Little girl, you’re quite young. Can you do


    it?”