Chapter 266 Wynter’s Childhood Look


    Elliot, who was typically calm andposed, spoke with a sense of urgency. “Mr. Lloyd, do you still


    think we need to bother with that


    nonsense DNA evidence? The girl in this photo is clearly my sister!”


    Elliot was utterly convinced the girl in the photograph was none other


    than Ms. Quinnell. While others believed Naomi bore a resemnce


    to Wynter, Elliot saw no simrity between them.


    To him, the girl in the photo was unmistakably his real sister, still enjoying her candy despite her dirty


    face and having been abducted.


    She gazed at the camera with a sleepy, yet endearing, expression. Her big eyes and chubby face were


    unmistakable.


    And she was wearing the tiger hat Elliot and Tobias had made for her the day she disappeared. Elliot


    recognized that hat by its crooked


    strips. He and Tobias hadn’t done a good job sewing it.


    Ryan couldn’t contain his excitement either. He had vivid memories of Ms. Quinnell’s appearance on


    the day she was abducted. Although he had his suspicions, he was thrilled when they were confirmed.


    “Mr. Elliot! I’m calling Mr. Quinnell Senior right now!” Ryan’s eyes


    welled up with tears as he reached for his phone.


    But before he could dial the number, there was a sudden thud. Elliot, who had been standing in front of


    him, suddenly copsed backward!


    Ryan panicked and called for the doctors outside the ward. The


    doctors and nurses in Havenlight Hospital quickly rushed over.


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    One of the doctors, Dr. Sander, examined Elliot and spoke with a tone


    of displeasure.


    “How could you let him interrogate when he’s running such a high fever? This fever was caused by the


    injury on his shoulder. Was his


    arm reattached after it was broken?”


    Aware of Elliot’s critical condition, Ryan anxiously supported him,


    intending to take him to Wynter immediately. However, the doctors


    couldn’t permit him to transport the patient in such a state.


    Ryan felt anxious and helpless. “Why can’t you people understand? I


    must-”


    Suddenly, someone grabbed him from behind. It was Wynter. “Easy


    there, Ryan. What’s going on?” she asked calmly.


    “Wynter!” Ryan turned to her and gripped her hand tightly. “M- Mr.


    Elliot suddenly passed out! I’ve been keeping track of the time, and it’s


    not even been three hours. Why-”


    Wynter crouched down, swiftly assessing Elliot’s condition. Ryan’s


    heart gradually calmed down, reassured by Wynter’s presence. After


    all, there was no ailment Wynter couldn’t cure!


    Wynter hade to Havenlight Hospital because Yarra and her child


    needed nourishment. Additionally, she was growing concerned as she


    hadn’t received any news from Ryan while time was ticking away.


    Hence, she decided it would be more efficient toe to the hospital


    herself.


    Wynter held Elliot’s wrist with one hand while handing Dr. Sander a


    document and token with the other Every medical professional was


    -Eb-Mhzed Lock


    familiar with that token, but only a select few had everid eyes on it.


    In earlier days, Florand had awarded this token to Dr. Bell during his


    travels in the country. Subsequently, only experts who made significant contributions to the medical


    field possessed this token.


    Dr. Sander was taken aback by the sight of the token. “Who are you?”


    “He’s my patient. I was the one who reattached his arm,” Wynter


    replied swiftly yet calmly. “I need an operating room. The patient has


    lost a lot of blood and hasn’t eaten for a long time. How’s the stock


    of the hospital’s blood bank?”


    Dr. Sander nodded, acknowledging her professionalism. “We’re short


    on special blood types, but other types are sufficient.”


    “Good,” Wynter responded, her expression cold yet beautiful. “Ryan, what’s his blood type?”


    “O positive!” Ryan answered promptly.


    “I’m also O positive. Please conduct an RH blood type and a cross-


    match test for both of us,” Wynter instructed Dr. Sander. “See if we’re


    “Okay,” Dr. Sander agreed.


    However, Ryan interjected, “We can’t use your blood!”


    Wynter raised an eyebrow, slightly puzzled. Why was Ryan so


    adamant? It didn’t sound like him.


    Ryan was anxious. “Trust me, Wynter. We really can’t use your blood!”