Almost everyone was shocked by the scene.
Ryleigh stared in astonishment at Mariam’s mother, who was behaving like a shrew. “This… this is too terrifying.”
She had grown up in a scholarly family, attended prestigious schools, and worked in good hospitals. The people around her were all educated and cultured; she had never seen such a shrew.
The people present had done nothing, yet Mariam’s mother could scream and accuse them of bullying.
Her attitude of “we’re poor, so we’re right; we’re weak, so we’re right” was an eye-opener for Ryleigh.
“Let her cry and make a scene. Everyone, disperse,” Queena said tiredly, glancing at Mariam’s mother. “Thank you to the professors, experts, women’s association members, and police officers. You’ve worked hard.”
As she spoke, a servant came over with several cups of milk tea and distributed them to everyone. “This is some milk tea for you all to try; it’s from the Hipps Family’s chain brand, Leaf Tea.”
“Thank you, madam.”
“Madam, you’re very considerate.”
After receiving the milk tea, everyone gradually left.
Ryleigh was the last to leave. She walked over to Sylvia awkwardly and lowered her head. “I’m sorry for the consequences caused by my ignorance. I apologize. I hope we can work together in the future since we work at the same hospital.”
She didn’t want to make an enemy of such an impressive colleague.
Sylvia didn’t take her actions to heart; she just wanted to rest. “I’m a bit tired. See you later.”
“Alright, alright. I’ll leave now. See you later.” Ryleigh felt increasingly uncomfortable as she walked out and ordered a bouquet and a fruit basket on a delivery platform.
It was her way of making amends to the Hipps Family for her impulsiveness.
When she went outside, she saw the experts and professors she had brought along waiting for her.
Ryleigh felt even more embarrassed. “I was too impulsive… I dragged you all into this… How about I treat everyone to dinner tonight?”
“No need. Meeting a doctor like Sylvia made it worthwhile.”
“It’s our fortune to have such an outstanding young doctor in Rovirsa’s medical community!”
“I want to pass on my traditional medical skills to her if she’s willing!”
“I think she knows more than just the basics of traditional medical skills; she’s being modest! She might be better than you.”
“How is that possible?”
And so, the medical experts began discussing among themselves.
Ryleigh breathed a sigh of relief, grateful that they weren’t petty or calculative.
The Hipps Family finally quieted down after a day of chaos.
Finnegan’s child fell asleep after drinking milk formula and was placed in a crib by a servant.
The strong smell of blood still lingered in the courtyard as servants cleaned up.
The obstetrician and nurses from a nearby hospital were preparing to leave. Before leaving, the doctor said with emotion, “Dr. Sylvia, today’s emergency surgery taught me a lot. Thank you! I’ll never forget it.”
“You’re welcome. You did well,” Sylvia replied calmly.
The doctor had never seen a physician like Sylvia. Her skills in cesarean section surgery, suturing, and handling uterine contractions were exceptional.
During the procedure, Sylvia also shared knowledge the doctor had never heard of, which benefited her greatly.
For a long time afterward, she became the best gynecologist at their hospital.
She never forgot that day’s emergency rescue, knowing it changed her life. She had thought she would retire in a few years at over forty years old.
Unexpectedly, Sylvia brought a second spring to her career…
Later, when she started mentoring interns, she always passed on the knowledge she learned from Sylvia that day to each student.
She hoped not only to pass on the knowledge but also the medical ethics.
After sending off the doctor and nurses, Sylvia finally sat down on the sofa to rest.
She glanced at Finnegan and then at Alina. “You should hire a postpartum caregiver for her and the baby. The Hipps Family’s monthly allowance should be enough for that.”
Alina knew Sylvia’s capabilities and didn’t dare argue. She quickly agreed, “Thank you for saving Mariam today…”
“No need for formalities. The baby needs professional care from a postpartum caregiver. She’s healthy and just needs regular formula feeding.” Sylvia thought for a moment and added, “Mariam needs observation; I’ll stay here tonight.”
“Sylvia… you performed surgery during the day; how can you stay up all night?” Queena felt distressed hearing her granddaughter would take care of Mariam. Her granddaughter was the legitimate heiress of the Hipps Family; what was Mariam’s family compared to that?
“It’s true; I’ll arrange for a private doctor and nurse to stay overnight. You don’t need to stay up; it’s too exhausting,” Clare also disagreed. “What if you get sick?”
Sylvia agreed to their arrangement reluctantly. “Alright. I’ll go rest.”
Queena nodded and looked at Finnegan with complex emotions. “Finnegan, you’re thirty now and a father. You need to be the pillar of this family. If Sylvia hadn’t been here today, how would you have handled it?”
Finnegan lowered his head in shame. “I’ve been too cowardly…”
“Learn from this experience; don’t be too honest next time. Think more,” Queena advised without harsh words. “Have you registered the marriage?”
“Not yet. Mariam wants to wait until after the baby’s one-month celebration,” Finnegan replied helplessly. “We’ll need a paternity test for registration…”
“Then do it according to the rules,” Queena said tiredly. “Let’s go back now. Clare, contact the private doctor soon.”
“Don’t worry, Mother,” Clare replied while calling the private doctor. After hanging up, she told Sylvia, “The private doctor will arrive in half an hour.”
Sylvia remained seated on the sofa. “I’ll wait for them before leaving. Uncle and Aunt can go back first.”
“Alright. What do you want for dinner?” Clare asked with concern. “Sweet and sour ribs or something else?”
“Anything is fine,” Sylvia replied as she took out her phone and saw several missed calls and many messages.
Most were from Franklin, with others from Jasper, Evie, and others.
She didn’t reply to all but responded to some important ones before calling Franklin back.
“How did it go?” Franklin’s deep, magnetic voice came through with a hint of urgency. “Is everything handled?”
Sylvia nodded. “It’s all done; nothing major. Just tired.”
“Should I come over? Maybe teach that rascal a lesson?” Franklin’s tone darkened at the mention of Mariam’s brother Coward.
“No need; why bother with him?” Sylvia laughed, feeling less tired. “Are you coming over for dinner?”
“Sure, I miss you,” Franklin replied gently. “You don’t need to cook tonight; you’ve worked hard enough. Are your shoulders sore? Want me to massage them?”
“We’ll see when you get here. I’m tired now,” Sylvia ended the call as she expected the private doctor soon.
Sure enough, about five minutes after hanging up, the private doctor arrived with a nurse.
After coordinating with them and giving some instructions, Sylvia left for home.
In the detention center.
A dark, damp cell housed over ten prisoners who looked rough and unfriendly.
Coward was pushed inside by guards with his hands and feet shackled. He stumbled but caught himself before falling.
Before he could assess his surroundings, several men surrounded him.
“So you’re the one? Trying to scam five million dollars?”
“Wow! You’ve got guts!”
“You didn’t get the five million dollars, but we got paid five million dollars to take good care of you!”
The leader ordered, “Boys, get him!”
A group of men pounced on Coward before he understood what was happening and beat him up badly.
He cried out in pain, “Stop! Stop!”
“Help! Police!”
“Save me!”
“Crying won’t help you now. You messed with the wrong people,” the leader spat on him. “From now on, we’ll beat you morning and night until you learn your lesson.”
Coward screamed in pain but no one spared him until he was barely conscious.
“Don’t kill him; take him to the prison doctor for treatment so we can continue tomorrow,” the leader instructed his men.
“Got it!”
They lifted Coward and headed for the prison doctor.
“You’ll all die horribly… I have no grudge against you… Why do this to me?” Coward muttered weakly, staring at the ceiling.
“You better think about who you offended and what you did,” the leader replied with an evil grin. “So don’t ask us.”