The person who spoke was Karen, who was still inching along in the corner at a
snail's pace.
Perhaps she had finally found an opportunity to reclaim her lost dignity.
After all, things couldn't get much worse.
It was a long shot, but worth a try.
If she won this gamble...
That was Mr. Hank!
An international financial titan, Mr. Hank!
Isabella clearly understood this too, and her eyes lit up.
If she saved Mr. Hank, everyone would worship her like a goddess. Who would remember the embarrassing predicament she had just been in?
And even if they did remember, so what?
As long as she could save Mr. Hank, no one would dare say a word about it, even if they remembered.
Karen's reminder had instantly given Isabella a way out of her predicament.
She quickly looked up at Mr. Hank. “Yes, I'm currently in the medical department at Marington College. My advisor is Mr. Ashwell, the vice president of Starlight Royal Medical Center. I've actually done practical drills with Mr. Ashwell for symptoms just like Mr. Hank's. I think... I think I can save him."
As she spoke, she scrambled up from the ground.
Having knelt for so long, her legs were aching terribly and were so numb she could barely move.
In her haste to get up, she lost her balance and stumbled to the ground again, looking utterly pathetic.
The sharp pain of her knees hitting the floor made Isabella break out in a cold sweat.
Her face flushed, and she could almost hear the waves of laughter from the crowd around her.
She clenched her fists, her eyes turning red. The desire to use this situation with Mr. Hank to erase her earlier humiliation burned even stronger.
Isabella stubbornly pushed herself up from the floor and, dragging her numb legs, walked toward Hank.
The three attending physicians saw Isabella and quickly stepped aside.
Isabella assumed they were intimidated because her advisor was Mr. Ashwell, the vice president of Starlight Royal Medical Center.
This thought instantly boosted her confidence.
In reality, the three physicians were looking at Isabella as if she were an idiot.
At a critical moment like this, they were desperate to avoid any responsibility.
And here was a fool, stupidly rushing forward to take the heat.
Wasn't that the definition of an idiot?
She was just a medical student, not
even graduated, and this wasn't even her major Did she really think she was some miracle doctor?
They were the private doctors for the Blackwood family, all senior specialists with established
vel
reputations in the medical field, and
even they were helpless.
What could a mere student do?
Originally, if anything happened to Mr. Hank, they would be the ones to suffer the consequences.
But now, someone had willingly stepped up to be the scapegoat.
Whether Mr. Hank lived or died, the outcome would be Isabella's problem... and by extension, the Lancaster family's.
It would have nothing to do with them.
Of course, they couldn't wait to give way!
Unfortunately, Isabella's mind was
tely filled with visions
fasa genius doctor sa net
the financial titan Mr. Hank
Then, she would successfully show off and prove everyone wrong!
She was far too preoccupied to consider the doctors' true motives.
Isabella immediately knelt beside Hank and began to ostentatiously check his condition, following standard first-aid procedures.
But these were all things the three attending physicians had already done.
Then, she prepared to mimic the motions of CPR, starting compressions...
"If you want him dead, go right ahead."
A sudden, cold voice, not loud but carrying immense authority, rang out.
It was enough to make Isabella freeze.