She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor

Chapter 13: Chapter 13: It Was Joy Ward Who Saved the Old Master

The next moment, Hope Williams’s fingers trembled and touched something, making her turn her head abruptly to see the old grandfather watching her with his muddy, excited eyes.

Hope Williams’s heart trembled fiercely and she immediately grabbed the old man’s hand, holding it tightly, her voice choked with tears that couldn’t be held back any longer, “Grandfather, Grandfather, it’s me, Hope.”

The old grandfather tried to open his mouth but couldn’t make a sound.

Everyone crowded around the grandfather, and the room became noisy instantly. Alitzel Williams tried to push Hope away, but the old man clung to Hope, not letting her go.

“Grandfather, what do you want to say?” Wyatt Lewis hurriedly asked. The old man opened his mouth and, seeing his expression, Wyatt understood, “Grandfather, you want the sister-in-law to stay, don’t you?”

The old man nodded his head with all his might.

“Brother, since grandfather has spoken, let’s let sister-in-law stay to see grandfather, maybe she can really save him.”

Waylon Lewis frowned slightly and looked deeply at Hope Williams, his inscrutable dark eyes filled with a touch of worry.

After hesitating for a moment, he turned and went out.

Since grandfather wanted Hope Williams to stay, Alitzel Williams couldn’t protest, but glared fiercely at Hope Williams with a warning, “Joy, you’re the old man’s primary doctor, you stay as well.”

Joy Ward nodded obediently, naturally delighted with this no-effort, pleasing task.

Everyone, including the servants, left the room, leaving only Hope Williams, Joy Ward, and the old man.

The room suddenly became quiet, and Hope Williams sat beside the old man’s bed.

She took out a slender silver needle and immediately got into the zone after a series of disinfection steps.

“Grandfather, Hope has always been here, you’re going to get better.”

While saying this, Hope Williams pinched the silver needle between her fingers and stabbed it into the old man’s acupuncture points. The old man was frail, and it was not easy for him to be awake now, his eyes closed tiredly.

Joy Ward crossed her arms and stood behind Hope Williams, watching her serious and solemn face, and couldn’t help but sneer audibly, “What do you think you’re doing, Hope Williams? Do you know medicine? Don’t tell me you’re trying to save the old man with a few silver needles, that’s a joke.”

“I’m telling you, this old guy is already at death’s door, he’s not far from breathing his last, you might as well give him a final…”

“Slap!”

“Ah…”

Before Joy Ward could finish, Hope Williams slapped her hard across the face.

Joy Ward covered her face, looking shocked, “You bitch, how dare you hit me!”

“Shut up!”

Hope Williams’s eyes were sharp, and she grabbed Joy Ward by the hair, pressing a silver needle to her throat.

“I’m telling you, grandfather won’t die. If you utter one more word, believe me, I’ll make sure you can never speak again.”

This fierce version of Hope Williams incited a chilling fear.

The silver needle pressed against her neck, sharp and painful, made Joy Ward afraid to move; the needle might just pierce her throat.

She choked and nodded, and Hope Williams threw her to the ground in a disheveled mess.

Joy Ward, clutching her face and clenching her fists, stared viciously at Hope Williams, her eyes filled with resentful fury.

Time ticked by; Hope Williams’s forehead was covered in cold sweat. Silver Needle Acupuncture required extreme precision; a single mistake could worsen the old man’s condition.@@novelbin@@

Hope Williams held her breath throughout, not daring to relax.

Moreover, Hope Williams worried that the old man’s body might not support the completion of the acupuncture, but luckily, the situation was better than she had expected. After finishing the treatment, the old man’s condition stabilized and there was no immediate danger to his life.

Hope Williams expelled a heavy breath as she watched the EKG monitor, the old man’s heart rate settling down, and finally relaxed.

Joy Ward’s eyes widened in disbelief as she saw the steady heartbeat on the monitor. Impossible, disbelief spread across her face.

Hope Williams, who hadn’t even finished school—a complete waste—had actually managed to save this old man who was on the brink of needing a ventilator. How could this be?

Her heart tightened, and she suddenly felt a struggle to breathe.

A strong sense of crisis overwhelmed her.

If Hope Williams had saved this old man, she might be recognized again by the Lewis Family.

What about her then?

She had been treating the old man for months, flattering the Lewis parents, gaining the trust and affection of Alitzel Williams, believing that she was not far from marrying into the Lewis Family.

Now Hope Williams’s arrival had disrupted all her plans.

No.

Joy Ward clenched her fists tightly, absolutely not.

She wouldn’t allow this to happen.

Hope Williams removed the silver needles and packed them up; the old man still required several more steps in his treatment, this was only the first step, but next she needed to study the treatment plan further.

She remembered that the Lewis family’s old mansion had a pharmacy specifically for storing precious medicinal ingredients, just right for her to prepare a few doses of herbal medicine for the old man, which would help his condition.

Joy Ward watched Hope Williams leave, her eyes flickering viciously. She turned back to look at the sickbed, where the previously weak and pale-faced old man was gradually regaining his normal color, her heart filling with uncontrollable spite.

This old man had always disagreed with her marrying into the Lewis Family, and now if he was saved by Hope Williams, how could there possibly be a place for her?

Thinking this, Joy Ward slowly reached out and pinched the old man’s ventilator tubing.

Just then, footsteps approached the door.

Panicking, Joy Ward picked up a stethoscope nearby and pretended to examine the old man’s chest, the harshness quickly replaced by gentleness.

“Grandfather, don’t worry, I’ll do my best to save you, and you must also fight to get better. Everyone is waiting for you to recover.”

Alitzel Williams, pushing open the door, heard Joy Ward speak these words.