Chapter 266 Wynter’s Childhood Look
Elliot, who was typically calm and composed, spoke with a sense of urgency. “Mr. Lloyd, do you stillthink we need to bother with that
nonsense DNA evidence? The girl in this photo is clearly my sister!”
Elliot was utterly convinced the girl in the photograph was none other
than Ms. Quinnell. While others believed Naomi bore a resemblance
to Wynter, Elliot saw no similarity between them.
To him, the girl in the photo was unmistakably his real sister, still enjoying her candy despite her dirtyface and having been abducted.
She gazed at the camera with a sleepy, yet endearing, expression. Her big eyes and chubby face wereunmistakable.
And she was wearing the tiger hat Elliot and Tobias had made for her the day she disappeared. Elliotrecognized that hat by its crooked
strips. He and Tobias hadn’t done a good job sewing it.
Ryan couldn’t contain his excitement either. He had vivid memories of Ms. Quinnell’s appearance onthe day she was abducted. Although he had his suspicions, he was thrilled when they were confirmed.
“Mr. Elliot! I’m calling Mr. Quinnell Senior right now!” Ryan’s eyes
welled up with tears as he reached for his phone.
But before he could dial the number, there was a sudden thud. Elliot, who had been standing in front ofhim, suddenly collapsed backward!
Ryan panicked and called for the doctors outside the ward. The
doctors and nurses in Havenlight Hospital quickly rushed over.
Chang 266 Wynter’s Childhood Look
One of the doctors, Dr. Sander, examined Elliot and spoke with a tone
of displeasure.
“How could you let him interrogate when he’s running such a high fever? This fever was caused by theinjury on his shoulder. Was his
arm reattached after it was broken?”
Aware of Elliot’s critical condition, Ryan anxiously supported him,
intending to take him to Wynter immediately. However, the doctors
couldn’t permit him to transport the patient in such a state.
Ryan felt anxious and helpless. “Why can’t you people understand? I
must-”
Suddenly, someone grabbed him from behind. It was Wynter. “Easy
there, Ryan. What’s going on?” she asked calmly.
“Wynter!” Ryan turned to her and gripped her hand tightly. “M- Mr.
Elliot suddenly passed out! I’ve been keeping track of the time, and it’s
not even been three hours. Why-”
Wynter crouched down, swiftly assessing Elliot’s condition. Ryan’s
heart gradually calmed down, reassured by Wynter’s presence. After
all, there was no ailment Wynter couldn’t cure!
Wynter had come to Havenlight Hospital because Yarra and her child
needed nourishment. Additionally, she was growing concerned as she
hadn’t received any news from Ryan while time was ticking away.
Hence, she decided it would be more efficient to come to the hospital
herself.
Wynter held Elliot’s wrist with one hand while handing Dr. Sander a
document and token with the other Every medical professional was
-Eb-Mhzed Lock
familiar with that token, but only a select few had ever laid eyes on it.
In earlier days, Florand had awarded this token to Dr. Bell during his
travels in the country. Subsequently, only experts who made significant contributions to the medicalfield possessed this token.
Dr. Sander was taken aback by the sight of the token. “Who are you?”
“He’s my patient. I was the one who reattached his arm,” Wynter
replied swiftly yet calmly. “I need an operating room. The patient has
lost a lot of blood and hasn’t eaten for a long time. How’s the stock
of the hospital’s blood bank?”
Dr. Sander nodded, acknowledging her professionalism. “We’re short
on special blood types, but other types are sufficient.”
“Good,” Wynter responded, her expression cold yet beautiful. “Ryan, what’s his blood type?”
“O positive!” Ryan answered promptly.
“I’m also O positive. Please conduct an RH blood type and a cross-
match test for both of us,” Wynter instructed Dr. Sander. “See if we’re
compatible. If we are, use mine.”
“Okay,” Dr. Sander agreed.
However, Ryan interjected, “We can’t use your blood!”
Wynter raised an eyebrow, slightly puzzled. Why was Ryan so
adamant? It didn’t sound like him.
Ryan was anxious. “Trust me, Wynter. We really can’t use your blood!”
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