When His Nauseous Sweetheart Frowns, the Tycoon's Family Takes Turns Pampering Her-Chapter 31: I’m Here, There Will Always Be a Way
Luna Axton looked up to see an anxious Ethan Frost striding over.
He wore a black overcoat, its navy collar rumpled. It was obvious he had thrown it on over his pajamas.
Luna was touched by the sight of him rushing over, disheveled as he was. ’He must be a very responsible doctor.’
"Ian, where’s the patient?"
"This way. Please."
At Blaze Fairchild’s word, a doctor opened the door to the room.
No one dared to get in the way. Any delay was time lost, and no one could bear the weight of a life on their conscience.
When Ethan appeared by the hospital bed, Dr. Wyatt looked as if he’d seen a ray of hope. He pulled off his mask, his tone sincere. "Hello. Thank you for coming."
Everyone in the room had heard that the patient’s family had contacted a liver specialist.
With their limited medical technology and equipment, the current situation was the best outcome they could achieve.
Ethan wasted no time on pleasantries and got straight to the point. "I’ll take it from here. All of you, out."
As he spoke, he was already starting a video call with his father.
He placed the phone to the side. His father only needed to hear him, not see the patient.
Ethan glanced up and saw that the doctors hadn’t moved. He snapped, "If you’re not leaving, then stand aside and watch. Don’t crowd the bed. Allow for air circulation and be quiet."
A hospital administrator seized the moment and ordered the doctors and nurses in the room, "Come on, out. Out."
’Now that one of the Frosts is here, what’s there to worry about?’
’If even the Frost Family couldn’t save her, it meant Yama himself was claiming her. The patient’s time was simply up, and it would have nothing to do with their own medical skills.’
Luna saw right through the administrator’s selfish thoughts and clenched her fists.
’These people want to shift the blame? Not a chance!’
Everyone left the room, pulling the door closed behind them and shutting out all sound.
Luna stood before the door, her heart in her throat. Through the small window, she could finally see her mother on the bed.
Her mother was lying flat on the bed without a pillow, an oxygen mask over her face.
She lay there, looking as if she were merely asleep.
Tears fell like pearls from a broken string, rolling down her cheeks.
She had just seen her mother that afternoon. They had talked about styles for new pajamas, ordered new drinking glasses, and even made plans to go shopping for skincare products together.
They had been so happy. How could she be so still now, just a dozen or so hours later?
Her slender, pale fingers touched the glass, as if she could reach through and hold her mother’s hand, where an IV needle was taped down.
’Mom, don’t leave me all alone. I don’t want to be by myself.’
Suddenly, a hand gripped her shoulder. It was Blaze Fairchild.
She looked up, her gaze meeting a pair of dark eyes.
Blaze Fairchild said, "I’m here. We’ll find a way."
’Will we?’
She didn’t know, but Blaze Fairchild’s words were so warm and sincere that for a moment, she could allow herself to lean on him.
After a preliminary visual examination, Ethan pulled up a stool, sat by the bed, and took a deep breath. He then took her pulse, alternating between her left and right wrists.
He already had an idea of the problem. With a calm expression, he reported the situation to his father on the other end of the call.
A moment later, he stood up and opened the wooden case he had brought.
Luna noticed that the wooden case was about the size of a standard medical kit, but there was more to it than met the eye.
The top layer lifted out to reveal sterilization tools.
After disinfecting his hands, Ethan slid open a second compartment and took out a cloth roll.
When the cloth was unrolled, Luna could see clearly. It held a row of silver needles of varying lengths and thicknesses. The bodies of the needles were silver, their tips glinting coldly.
They were genuine silver, not the disposable acupuncture needles she had practiced with in her lab classes.
After her acupuncture lab, she had looked up information on Ethan online.
Compared to his preternaturally gifted sense of smell, Ethan’s skill with acupuncture was his true masterwork; even his father’s accomplishments in the field couldn’t match his.
In the brief moment Luna was lost in thought, several silver needles had already been inserted at an angle into her mother’s forehead and the crown of her head.
Ethan stood at the foot of the bed, lifted the blanket, and swiftly inserted silver needles into acupoints like Sanyinjiao and Zusanli on her mother’s legs.
After placing the needles, he pinched the handle of each one between his thumb and forefinger, lifting, thrusting, and twirling them to increase the stimulation of the acupoints.
More than ten minutes passed, but the patient on the bed showed no reaction.
"Is this really going to work?"
A skeptical voice cut through the silence. Someone was clearly losing patience.
Luna didn’t need to turn around to know that a crowd had gathered behind her, countless pairs of eyes fixed on Ethan and her mother inside the room.
"Who knows? Traditional Chinese medicine is all smoke and mirrors anyway."
"With you saying that, if the patient wakes up, it’ll be debatable whose work it was."
Luna overheard them, and she despised such cynical, after-the-fact remarks.
’Sometimes, people criticize and reject what they simply can’t understand.’
’Whether it’s traditional or Western medicine, as long as it can alleviate suffering and benefit humanity, it’s worthy of every doctor’s dedicated study and practice.’
’If you don’t understand or believe in traditional Chinese medicine, the problem isn’t with the medicine—it’s with you.’
Luna blocked out the chatter behind her, her eyes fixed on Jenna Axton on the bed, not even blinking.
The seconds and minutes ticked by. She’d been standing for so long that her feet were starting to go numb.
Blaze Fairchild had been standing beside her the entire time, waiting with her.
Blaze Fairchild sensed her looking at him. "Do you want to go rest for a bit? I’ll stay here."
"No, it’s okay." She was afraid that if she took a break, something would happen to her mother. She needed to be here, watching, to have any peace of mind.
On the bed, Jenna Axton’s eyelashes trembled, and her eyelids fluttered open.
Ethan noticed the change as well. He checked her pulse again, and a smile broke across his face.
Luna’s tears welled up. She clamped both hands over her mouth to keep from sobbing aloud.
’This is wonderful! Mom’s awake!’
"She’s awake," someone behind her called out, their voice fading as they walked away. "She’s awake! She’s awake!"
The voices of other staff members echoed from down the hall.
"She woke up? That’s wonderful."
"As long as she’s okay. That scared me to death."
"It really took one of the Frosts."
Some were relieved they would no longer be held responsible, while others were genuinely happy the patient had been saved...
Amidst the cacophony of voices, Luna’s resolve hardened. She had to ask Ethan if her mother could be discharged from the hospital.
She didn’t want her mother to stay here a moment longer. She couldn’t trust the doctors or the administration in this hospital anymore.
Even though she would one day become a doctor herself, right now, as a patient’s family member, she couldn’t bring herself to trust these people.
People are different, and there are certainly differences between doctors.
Ethan exchanged a few words with Jenna Axton, who then turned to look in Luna’s direction.
Luna wiped away her tears and forced a happy smile, not wanting her mother to worry.
With a cotton ball in one hand to apply pressure, Ethan used the other to remove the silver needles, placing them in a bamboo tube.
Once all the needles were removed, he did a quick count to ensure none were missing, then placed the bamboo tube into a drawer in the bottom-most compartment of the wooden case.
The moment the door opened, Luna rushed straight to Jenna, not even sparing a moment to thank Ethan.
"Mom..."
She didn’t know whether to ask if her mom was feeling better...
...or to ask if anything still hurt.
It felt like no matter what she asked, it would be the wrong thing to say.
She stood frozen by the bedside, at a complete loss. She wanted to hug her mother but didn’t dare move closer, afraid she might cause her more pain.
Jenna saw her daughter’s red, swollen eyes and the tip of her red nose and knew she must have been terrified.
A smile bloomed on her lips. "It’s all right, sweetie. Mommy’s okay."
Jenna opened her arms, and only then did Luna dare to move forward. Bracing her hands on the edge of the bed, she gently rested her head against her mother’s shoulder.
The familiar embrace, the familiar scent... The tight fist that had been squeezing Luna’s heart finally loosened, allowing it to beat freely again.
Jenna gently patted her back, comforting her in a soft voice. "It’s okay now, sweetie. All right?"
"I was so scared, Mom," Luna said, her eyes welling up again.
"Don’t you worry. Mommy won’t leave her baby here all by herself."
With Jenna’s soft, gentle words, her fear was gradually dispelled by love.
"Mom, I’m going to go thank Assistant Frost."
At her words, a flicker of emotion passed through Jenna’s eyes.
’Someone from the Frost Family.’
’Was that Ethan just now?’
’He’s gotten so big.’
When Luna didn’t hear her mother answer, her heart leaped into her throat again.
"Mom, are you really okay? You’re sure nothing hurts?"
Jenna stroked her cheek. "I’m sure."
Still worried, Luna glanced around, checking everything. Only after seeing that the heart monitor was displaying normal readings did she finally believe Jenna’s words.
"Mom, I’ll be right back."
