When His Nauseous Sweetheart Frowns, the Tycoon's Family Takes Turns Pampering Her-Chapter 32: The Heartless Little Thing

When Luna Axton came out, a group of doctors and nurses was standing at the nurses’ station, their expressions a mixture of emotions.

The hospital administrators were nowhere to be seen; they had likely gone to a meeting to discuss how to handle the situation.

Blaze Fairchild stood tall and statuesque, his back to the door curtain, speaking with Ethan Frost on a nearby skywalk.

The heavy winter curtain at the doorway muffled the sound of their conversation.

Luna Axton pushed aside the curtain and walked toward them.

Blaze Fairchild asked, "What is it?"

"I came to thank Assistant Frost."

Hearing her call him that, Ethan Frost found her vaguely familiar but couldn’t recall which of his classes she was in.

He looked at Blaze Fairchild in confusion. "Ian, who is this?"

"My wife, Luna Axton. The person you just saved is her mother."

Blaze Fairchild’s tone was matter-of-fact, introducing her without any hesitation.

Luna Axton’s heart felt full, weighted by a profound sense of respect and acknowledgment.

Ethan Frost looked surprised but quickly composed himself. "It’s an honor," he said politely. "A pleasure to meet you."

Luna Axton felt a bit shy at being addressed with such respect.

Not only was Ethan Frost her teaching assistant, but he was also older than her.

"I’m a student in the clinical medicine program at Valoria Medical College. I’ve taken the acupuncture lab you taught, Assistant Frost."

"Oh..."

Ethan Frost remembered her then. He recalled a female student with short hair and clear, determined eyes who was brilliant at case analysis, precise in locating acupoints, and swift with her needling technique.

He had trouble recognizing faces; he could only remember someone once he matched their name, voice, and face together.

But based on her voice, he was certain that this outstanding student was the person standing before him.

"You’re very skilled at acupuncture. Your fundamentals are quite solid."

Hearing her instructor’s praise, Luna Axton showed no sign of pride.

"I sincerely thank you and Dean Frost for coming all this way for my mother at such a late hour, Assistant Frost."

"It was no trouble at all, there’s no need for thanks. Besides, our families go way back."

Luna Axton could tell he wasn’t just being polite.

As a medical student, she had yet to treat a patient on her own, but she had often imagined what it would feel like to practice medicine independently.

She figured that a patient’s clear consciousness, stable breathing, and normal heart rate would bring a far greater sense of accomplishment than any thanks from their family.

Ethan Frost then told her the diagnosis and the plan for subsequent treatment.

"Your mother’s condition is caused by a poison flaring up. She likely ingested something toxic in the past without realizing it, which led to liver damage. Fortunately, it was discovered relatively early, and with proactive treatment, her condition improved. However, there is still residual poison in her system. My father will write a prescription, and once the herbs are prepared, I’ll have them delivered to Fairchild Estate. They just need to be decocted and consumed. After one course of treatment, I’ll check her pulse again to determine the next steps for her treatment plan."

Luna Axton’s smile grew wider as she listened. With a heart full of nervous hope, she asked the question that mattered most to her. "So... does my mother still need a liver transplant?"

"Not for now. We’ll see how she responds to a course of traditional Chinese medicine. She’s been ill for a long time, so we first need to fortify her system and build up her strength. The initial medicine can’t be too aggressive; we’re worried her body wouldn’t be able to handle it."

Luna Axton’s heart surged with emotion, and pure joy radiated from her face.

From the helpless panic of learning her mother was in emergency care to this overwhelming joy, everything had changed so fast. No matter how composed she tried to be, she was only twenty-two and found it hard to contain her emotions.

"Okay, Assistant Frost. Thank you so much."

"If you really insist on thanking me..." Ethan Frost’s appreciative gaze fell upon her. "I hope I’ll be able to see you at Concordia Medical Hall. You have a real aptitude for traditional Chinese medicine."

Ethan Frost had been immersed in traditional Chinese medicine since he was a child. While other babies received prenatal education through classical music or bedtime stories, his consisted of his mother reading TCM classics like the *Inner Canon of Huangdi* and *Acupuncture and Moxibustion A and B* to him, a practice that continued from the womb all the way through his childhood.

Having been steeped in traditional Chinese medicine his whole life, he had a very clear understanding of who had the talent for it and what qualities were essential to its study.

Luna Axton had a high level of comprehension and a calm, composed demeanor; she was indeed an excellent candidate for studying traditional Chinese medicine.

Luna Axton was stunned and flattered. This was Ethan Frost, after all—the man known as the "Little Prodigy of Traditional Chinese Medicine."

"I’ll be sure to prepare well," she promised excitedly.

Blaze Fairchild’s ink-black eyes stared at the two of them, who were chatting happily.

’He was clearly the one who brought Ethan here, yet this woman, Luna Axton, was so busy thanking Ethan Frost that she’d completely left him out in the cold.’

’The ungrateful little thing.’

"AHEM..." Ethan Frost noticed Ian’s cold, heavy gaze on them and gave a dry cough. In his excitement, he had momentarily forgotten her status.

Ethan Frost’s expression turned serious. "Mrs. Fairchild, I’ll be heading back now."

"Okay, I’ll walk you out."

Seeing his president’s face darken another shade, alarm bells went off in Kyle Joyce’s mind. "Young Madam, I’ll drive Young Master Frost home."

Seeing Kyle Joyce, Luna Axton belatedly realized that Blaze Fairchild was still standing right there.

She and Assistant Frost had gotten along so well that she’d gotten a bit carried away.

"Okay, thank you, Mr. Joyce."

Luna Axton watched as Ethan Frost and Kyle Joyce entered the elevator, then turned to handle the remaining affairs.

Blaze Fairchild’s cold voice cut in. "Aren’t you going to thank me?"

’I don’t get it,’ Luna Axton thought. ’Didn’t he always say I didn’t need to thank him before?’

’Something about the "spirit of the contract," so no thanks were necessary.’

’Why is he asking for a thank-you now?’

Blaze Fairchild remained silent, but his posture made it clear she wasn’t going anywhere until she thanked him.

"Thank you, Mr. Fairchild."

Blaze Fairchild was not satisfied. "You call Kyle Joyce ’Mr. Joyce,’ and you call me ’Mr. Fairchild.’ Don’t you find that a bit improper?"

"What’s improper about it? You’re both men, aren’t you?"

Her matter-of-fact tone gave Blaze Fairchild his first taste of defeat in his life.

"Forget it," he said. "Go be with your mother. I’ll handle the rest."

"Okay." Thinking he wanted to be thanked again, Luna Axton said, "Thank you, Mr. Fairchild. I appreciate your trouble."

’Mr. Fairchild!’

’How could he be the same as some Mr. Joyce or Mr. Frost?’

In the conference room, the hospital administrators and their legal team had been arguing for some time.

When they heard the door open, the room instantly fell silent, and all eyes turned to the entrance.

The moment Blaze Fairchild walked in, a heavy pressure descended upon the room. No one dared to be the first to speak.

After Blaze Fairchild sat down, a bodyguard showed him a video that had been copied to his phone.

It was the video of Rosalind Fairchild entering cheerfully, then leaving in a disheveled state, steadying herself against the wall.

He watched it without a flicker of emotion, then instructed the lawyer beside him, "Back it up. And go have a talk with her."

"Yes, Mr. Fairchild."

Blaze Fairchild lifted his gaze and swept it across the row of people sitting opposite him. "Do you have anything to say?"

He sat there alone, his black eyes like deep pools. His haunting gaze was like a serpent’s; once it fixed on someone, there was no escape.

Though he was clearly the youngest person present, he possessed the most powerful and intimidating aura.

The hospital administrators exchanged silent glances until finally, their legal counsel spoke up to state the decision they had reached.

"We would like to settle this privately. We will do our best to meet any demands you propose, Mr. Fairchild."

"So you admit that there was medical malpractice in Jenna Axton’s treatment plan, correct?"

Humanitarian compensation and compensation for medical malpractice are two completely different concepts. That needed to be made clear.

The hospital’s lawyer replied, "Yes. Our hospital’s doctors and nurses did indeed commit medical malpractice."

Blaze Fairchild waited for a few seconds, but no one opposite him spoke. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

He asked again, "Anything else?"