She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor - Chapter 80

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She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor - Chapter 80

“If I run out quietly now, the security at the door wil l have seen me,” Joy Ward clenched
her teeth fiercely, forcing herself to calm down, a ruthless flash crossing her eyes, a
plan forming in her mind.
She kicked off her high heels, ruffled her meticulously styled hair, and dashed out in a
state of panic, he ading straight for Waylon Lewis.
Waylon noticed Joy’s distraught appearance and frowned.
Tightening her grip on his clothes, Joy blurted out in utter urgency, “Waylon… quick, I
just saw Hope Williams… she’s fallen, and there’s so much blood.”
“What did you say?” Waylon’s eyes narrowed instantly.
Startled by his icily black eyes, Joy couldn’t help but retreat a couple of steps.
...
Her heart skipped, nearly suffocating for a moment.
“Where is she?” His eyes filled with concern.
“In… at the entrance of the bu ilding…” Joy’s voice trembled with fear.
Without hesitation, Waylon rushed inside.
Hope Williams lay in a pool of blood, the rapid bleeding at the back of her head making
her dizzy, her body becoming groggy, strength draining with her blood flow.
Hope knew that a head injury was a major bleeding point and that it wouldn’t take long
before she bled out.
Struggling, she reached out, mustered all her strength to open a first - aid kit, and took
out a Silver Needle. She inserted it into the acupuncture point on h er own hand to slow
the bleeding and maintain her consciousness.

After finishing, she felt completely exhausted.
“Hope Williams!” Waylon’s pupils constricted as he rushed over to hold her in his
embrace, the scene before him felt unreal.
He thought Joy had meant that Hope had just had a regular fall resulting in some
bleeding, but he was met with a shocking crimson sight.
Hope’s eyelashes trembled; looking at Waylon before her felt surreal, her body light, as
he lifted her in his arms.
“Waylon… Lewis…”
“Hop e Williams, how could this happen? How could this?”
The outside sunlight was piercing; her butterfly - like eyelashes trembled. She had never
seen Waylon this anxious before.
Her eyelids grew heavier, speaking was incredibly difficult.
“Hope, don’t sleep, do n’t sleep, keep your eyes open; don’t sleep. I’m taking you to the
hospital, don’t sleep.”
Soon, Joy saw Waylon carrying an ashen - faced Hope, her face pale like a broken doll,
barely alive in his arms, leaving a trail of blood behind them.
Joy stifled a ga sp, covering her chest; Hope looked as though she was about to die.
Instant panic seized Joy; if Hope died, she’d be a criminal. She dared not think further,
seeing how distressed Waylon was for Hope’s sake made Joy feel both fearful and
angry.
She was ang ry that Waylon was so concerned for Hope, seemingly able to just ignore
her.
She feared if Hope died, Waylon would undoubtedly investigate, and given his concern
for Hope, if he found out it was her doing, this cold - hearted man would never let her go.
Yet another voice in her head told her, if Hope died, Waylon would no longer care about
her, she would be the only woman in his life, and she could then marry Waylon
effortlessly; everything Hope knew would die with her as well.
Thinking this made her hope, de spite herself, that Hope would indeed die.
Waylon, delaying no further, transported Hope to the hospital as if his life depended on
it, rushing her into the emergency room, frightening many onlookers.

Due to the severe blood loss, Hope was wholly unconscio us when she arrived at the
emergency room.
Waylon Lewis, panicked like never before, had his suit stained unevenly with Hope
Williams’s blood. Cold sweat covered his forehead, and the typically proud man looked
disheveled.
“Save her!” At the door of the em ergency room, Waylon grabbed the doctor. His eyes
were bloodshot, and his hands trembled. The chill around him seemed to threaten
everything.
Startled by his intense aura, the doctor nodded continuously in agreement, “Yes, yes,
we will do our best.”
Thomas Hughes, who stood behind, shook his head. He had never seen his boss so out
of control.
From this moment, he understood how much the boss cared about his ex - wife.
Seeing Waylon holding onto the doctor, who was nearly scared to wet himself, Thomas
quickly stepped forward to stop him, “Boss, the doctor needs to go in and save the lady.
Don’t worry, she will be fine.”
Waylon suddenly snapped back to reality and immediately let go of the doctor.
The doctor hastily said, “Don’t worry, we will do our best to sav e her.”
The doctor rushed into the emergency room, escaping Waylon’s clutches.
Waylon stared intently as the doors of the operating room closed, unwilling to look
away, not even realizing how nervous he was.
Blood was everywhere. His chest was soaked throu gh his dark suit, staining the white
shirt underneath red.
Hope Williams!
Hope Williams!
Her name echoed in his mind. How could this happen, how could she have fallen so
badly, what had happened to her…
After two hours of urgent care, the lights in the eme rgency room finally went out, and
the doctor emerged, mask in hand.

Waylon, looking tense, immediately approached and asked in a steady voice, “How is
she?”
He fixed his gaze on the doctor, his breathing shaking.
“Rest assured, we found that she had receiv ed some initial treatment before arriving,
which controlled the bleeding. Otherwise, the outcome might have been much worse.
Now, she is not in a life - threatening condition, but she has sustained severe head
injuries and is currently in a coma.”
Waylon’s c hest, previously tight with tension, eased a bit. He closed his eyes deeply,
never having felt two hours to be so excruciating.
It was a relief she was safe.
As long as she was safe, that was all that mattered.
Waylon felt immensely relieved.
“When will sh e wake up?”
“That’s hard to say, it’s up to her.”
At that moment, Hope was wheeled out, her head wrapped in thick bandages and her
face pale without a trace of color. Waylon’s heart ached fiercely, and he trembled with
distress.
Joy Ward hurried in, feigni ng great concern. Seeing Hope safely wheeled out, she
gritted her teeth and clenched her hands hanging by her sides. How did this bitch
survive after losing so much blood… she should have died.
“Waylon.” Joy approached with a sorrowful expression, “Waylon, is Miss Williams
okay?”
“How did she fall?” Waylon glanced at her, his voice cold.
Joy choked, her heart skipping a beat. Could he be suspecting her?
Feeling extremely guilty and gripping her purse tightly, she wilted under Waylon’s icy
gaze, feeling as t hough he could see straight through to her soul.
But she had come fully prepared. Quickly regaining her composure, she shook her head
and said helplessly, “I don’t know. I was going to see Grandpa Lewis, but when I got to
the staircase, I saw Miss Williams had fallen.”
“Why didn’t you save her?” Waylon asked, his voice devoid of warmth.

Joy tightly furrowed her brow, her voice choked with emotion, “I saw so much blood,
and I was truly panicked. I wanted to help her, but I couldn’t take Miss Williams to the
hospital by myself, so I ran out to call for help, and that’s when I saw you return.”