She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor-Chapter 656: Go Back and Prepare for the Funeral

"Waylon Lewis, pull yourself together. When someone is gone, they’re truly gone. No matter your capabilities, you can’t resurrect the dead. The living must continue on."

Alitzel Williams noticed Waylon Lewis’s shoulders trembling slightly.

The words of Old Master Lewis undoubtedly stabbed at Waylon’s already wounded heart.

Yet reality is just like this; Hope Williams can’t come back.

Alitzel couldn’t help but cover her mouth, suppressing the urge to cry out loud.

The old master’s voice was a shout, "Stop deceiving yourself. You know better than anyone that she wasn’t found or rescued at the time, which made survival unlikely. Now you’ve been searching for three days and nights continuously, the probability is even more minuscule."

Old Master mercilessly exposed the reality Waylon was unwilling to face.

Waylon stood with his back to them, so they couldn’t see his expression.

His body slightly trembled, his dark eyes filled with anger, fists tightly clenched, silently suppressing himself, as if speaking would unleash all the tension, freezing everything in front of him solid.

Old Master looked at Waylon.

He knew this was extremely hard for Waylon to accept, very cruel, but he couldn’t allow the head of his family to remain despondent here.

Old Master pursed his lips, swallowing back his sobs, "Go back and prepare the funeral for Little Hope. Thomas Hughes, go tell everyone...stop searching."

Thomas hesitated, looking at Waylon, his eyes equally full of worry.

Stop searching?

Can the Boss accept this?

"Who dares." Waylon’s voice, deep and hoarse, cut through the silence, "Continue the search, do not stop."

Thomas’s body tensed. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

Old Master’s face darkened.

"Waylon, I said, stop searching. So many people for three days, day and night, have searched this area of the sea again and again. Were there results? How much longer will you search, three days? Three months? Three years? Tell me, if you never find Little Hope in this lifetime, will you spend your entire life on it? Are you abandoning the family? The company? Luke, Willow, me, your mother, your father, abandoning all of it? Are you abandoning yourself too?"

Old Master’s angry questioning made everyone around stop what they were doing, watching the scene unfold.

Waylon turned back, his blood-red eyes glaring at Old Master, "Alive, I want to see her, dead I want to see her body. Without seeing her, what gives you the right to say she’s dead?"

Old Master looked at Waylon’s stubborn obsession, for the first time regretting that he let them be together.

Hope Williams’s influence on Waylon was simply too overwhelming.

Old Master’s hand clenched tightly, "Fine, fine, you search, however long you search, I’ll stay here just as long. At worst, we’ll freeze to death together here."

"Dad, please don’t say that." Alitzel looked at the tense two, then turned to Waylon, "Waylon, worry about your grandfather, worry about yourself. Your grandpa is old; he can’t withstand the cold wind by the sea."

"Since you’re staying, then stay." With that, Waylon turned and left.

"Waylon!" Alitzel shouted, but couldn’t call Waylon back.

"Let him go." Old Master’s anger surged, veins protruding from his forehead.

If searching, then search to your heart’s content, if going mad, then go mad thoroughly, so at least it will be done wholeheartedly.

Even if he still has strength now, it will run out eventually. When the madness subsides and his strength is gone, bring him back.

Taylor Family.

Hope Williams waited for more than two hours but did not see the Pharmacist Johnson Anthony had mentioned. She anxiously paced back and forth.

She didn’t know how Waylon and the others were doing; Hope was nearly frantic with worry.

At this moment, hurried footsteps approached from outside.

Then, a few doctors carrying medical kits rushed upstairs.

It seemed like something had happened.

Hope reached out to stop a servant, quickly asking, "What’s going on?"

The servant’s breath was slightly ragged, voice urgently distressed, "The old lady had a heart attack, it’s an emergency."

No wonder everyone was in such a hurry.

Hope’s gaze flickered, continuing to hold the servant, "I’m a cardiac surgeon. Could you take me to see the old lady?"

"You?" The servant hesitated slightly, "I need to ask Master Taylor first."

Hope was somewhat helpless; was there really time to ask Anthony?

"Lives are at stake, and your Master just left. Let me take a look first. It won’t cause any harm, and if I truly save the old lady, you’ll earn merit."

Hearing Hope’s reasoning, the servant hesitated for a moment, then realized Hope made sense, "Alright."

Upstairs in Old Lady Taylor’s room were several family doctors.

The Taylor family’s arrangements were meticulous; the old lady’s room was equipped with medical tools. Hope noticed everyone was busy, so she took the chance to stand aside and observe the old lady’s complexion.

The old lady’s lips were pale, her face devoid of color, breath exceedingly faint, evidently symptoms of a heart attack and shock, likely acute myocardial infarction, a condition most dangerous and urgent among heart diseases, with a best rescue window of only a few minutes.

Hope worriedly furrowed her brow; seeing the family doctors already sweating profusely and somewhat at a loss, Hope stepped forward, "Let me try."

"Who are you?"

"Cardiac surgeon Cynthia." Hope directly reported her name.

The family doctors froze for a moment, surprised at Hope; they had all heard legends of Dr. Cynthia.

But looking at the woman in front of them.

"You’re Dr. Cynthia?"

"I have no reason to deceive you, nor to joke about the old lady’s life at such a critical time, right?" Hope said, her voice firm.

The doctors exchanged glances, nodded immediately; at such a critical time, she wouldn’t have stepped forward recklessly without genuine skills.

Hope carefully examined the old lady, then turned and asked, "Do you have Silver Needles? Please prepare some Silver Needles for me."

"Silver Needles?"

"I have them." A young man said, promptly instructing his assistant to fetch them for Hope.

Hope opened the pack and glanced, ensuring they were usable, then using three fingers, she gripped the slender Silver Needle, beginning a series of disinfection preparations before swiftly moving into action.

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