Wren Wynter smiled and shook her head.
Suddenly, the door to the dical clinic was thrown open.
The director rushed in, his face grim. "Everyone, grab your first-aid kits and get to the main concourse, now! We just got word—there’s been a major accident at Terminal 3. Multiple passengers are injured, and they need imdiate support!"
The mont he finished speaking, the entire clinic was on high alert.
Wren Wynter and Joy Lynch exchanged a glance, snatched their first-aid kits, and rushed out after the director.
The hallway was already filled with the sound of frantic footsteps and blaring announcents, the air thick with tension.
Wren Wynter checked the contents of her first-aid kit as she ran, her mind rapidly cycling through various ergency protocols.
’Terminal 3... That’s the main hub for international flights.’
By the ti the dical team arrived, Terminal 3 was already in utter chaos.
Piercing alarms, desperate cries, and wailing ambulance sirens tangled into a cacophony of sound.
The air was thick with the acrid sll of burning and the tallic tang of blood.
A shattered airplane wing jutted from the runway, billowing thick smoke as firefighters scrambled to extinguish the flas.
Stretchers were carried out one after another, the white sheets soaked with glaring patches of red.
Wren Wynter scanned the scene and, without a mont’s delay, rushed into the makeshift triage zone. The sight that greeted her made her heart clench.
"Dr. Wynter! Over here!" a nurse shouted.
"On it!"
She imdiately threw herself into the fray.
A little girl, about seven or eight years old, had a deep gash on her forehead, blood saring half her face.
She was curled in her mother’s arms, sobbing hysterically as blood continued to well from the wound.
Wren Wynter cleaned the wound, stopped the bleeding, and bandaged it, her movents swift and sure. She soothed the child in a soft voice, "Hey, it’s okay, no more crying. I’ll be very gentle, and it will stop hurting in just a second..."
The girl’s mother, her face streaked with tears, thanked her incoherently. "Thank you... Thank you, Doctor... The plane... it just suddenly..."
"What about the captain? What the hell happened?" a colleague beside her anxiously asked a mber of the ground crew.
The ground crewman’s face was ashen. "Captain Wallace... he skipped his pre-flight dical. He said his heart was fine, that it was just a chronic issue."
"And then, half an hour after takeoff... he passed out in the cockpit! The co-pilot was the new guy, Co-pilot Lee. He wasn’t familiar with the procedures, and the left wing clipped sothing during the ergency landing..."
Wren Wynter’s hands never stopped moving, but she caught the information, and her heart sank.
’Skipped his dical?’
’Has Captain Wallace lost his mind?’
’He was gambling with the lives of everyone on that plane!’
"Dr. Wynter!"
Felix Vance pushed his way through the crowd, his face beaded with sweat. His uniform was covered in dust, and his face was scraped.
He had just co from another part of the rescue operation. "Have you seen Cole? The command center can’t reach him!"
Wren Wynter pulled out her phone, her fingertips slippery with blood, and quickly dialed the number.
It rang for a long ti before soone finally answered.
Kaden Xavier’s magnetic voice held a trace of barely concealed anticipation.
’He assud this was Wren’s way of ’giving in’ after their fight last night.’
’He knew it...’
’Wren was still the obedient, sensible one.’
"Wren? Is sothing wrong?"
The background on his end was noisy, and the soft murmur of Seraphina Sutton’s voice could be heard faintly.
Wren Wynter had no ti to dwell on that. She spoke rapidly, "Kaden Xavier, Terminal 3. Captain Wallace had a heart attack, the co-pilot botched the ergency landing. It’s a disaster, casualties are high."
"The scene needs a commander and more dical support. Felix Vance is looking for you, the command center can’t get through to you. Where are you?"
Kaden Xavier’s tone turned serious. "Stay put. I’m on my way."
About twenty minutes later, Kaden Xavier’s car ca screeching to a halt nearby.
He had already changed into his uniform. Seraphina Sutton, following close behind, got out of the car with him.
She was in casual clothes, her face pale. Seemingly terrified by the horrific scene, she instinctively moved closer behind Kaden Xavier.
Kaden Xavier strode toward the temporary command post, calmly taking control of the scene and issuing a series of orders.
Slowly, the chaotic scene began to co under control.
Seraphina Sutton stood where she was, looking around helplessly.
Suddenly, her gaze locked onto sothing. Her expression changed, and she lunged forward!
It was a relatively clear area near the wreckage where passengers’ carry-on luggage and a few pet carriers had been piled.
In one of the carriers, a white bichon frise was trembling and whimpering faintly.
"Sweetie! That’s my Sweetie!" Seraphina Sutton shrieked, lunging for the pet carrier and pounding on its door. "Quick! Get him out of there! He’s hurt! He needs dical attention right now!"
She grabbed a paradic who was rushing past with a stretcher. "Doctor! Save my dog first! I’m begging you, save him first! He’s very expensive! Kaden and I chose him together..."
On the stretcher lay a middle-aged man with a penetrating abdominal wound, bleeding profusely.
He had already lapsed into semi-consciousness, his condition critical.
Forced to stop, the paradic said anxiously, "Ma’am, please let go! This patient needs surgery imdiately!"
"No! Save my dog first!" Seraphina Sutton cried, clinging desperately to his white coat. "My Sweetie is a life, too! He’s dying! You can’t just let him die!"
Every second counted.
The middle-aged man’s breathing grew fainter.
Wren Wynter had just finished treating a patient when she looked up and saw the scene unfolding. A wave of fury washed over her.
She strode over and shoved Seraphina Sutton away forcefully.
"Seraphina Sutton, get the hell out of the way!"
Caught off guard, Seraphina Sutton stumbled back, nearly falling.
Her eyes widened in disbelief. "Wren Wynter! What are you doing? My dog—"
"Your dog’s life matters, but a human life doesn’t?!"
Wren Wynter pointed at the pale-faced man on the stretcher, her voice trembling with a mixture of rage and desperation.
"He still has a chance! But because of the precious minutes you’re wasting, he could die! Do you even have a heart?!"
’Is she even human?’
"I..." Seraphina Sutton, stunned by the outburst, looked toward the approaching Kaden Xavier with a wronged expression as tears stread down her face.
"Kaden, I just wanted to save my Sweetie... Dr. Wynter... How could she hit ..."
Kaden Xavier had been busy directing the rescue and only saw Wren Wynter shove Seraphina Sutton, followed by Wren’s harsh accusations. He didn’t know the full story.
He strode over, placing himself in front of Seraphina Sutton, and faced Wren Wynter with a grim expression. "Wren Wynter! This is not the ti or place! Can you stop making a scene? Whatever personal issues you have, we’ll deal with them later! Think about the big picture!"
"The big picture?" Wren Wynter let out a bitter laugh. Her chest felt as if it had been pierced by an icicle, the pain so sharp it went numb.
She pointed a trembling finger at the patient being carried away, his life hanging in the balance, and fixed her eyes on him.
"Kaden Xavier, look closely! She was wasting precious, life-saving ti!"
"In your eyes, is her dog’s life more important than a human’s? Is that your ’big picture’?!"
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