At that mont, Kenneth had a sudden thought.
"Didn’t Rose give us a tube of pain relief cream a while ago? Maybe we should show it to Dr. Lee and see if it could work faster and better."
"Right, right, the pain relief cream." Louisa rembered it suddenly. It was a gift from Rose not long ago.
Kenneth hurriedly fetched it.
Dr. Lee, after examining the ingredients on the tube, expressed his surprise and admiration.
"How didn’t I think of that? Mixing these herbs together? Brilliant, absolutely brilliant."
Kenneth and Louisa were puzzled, with Kenneth asking first,
"Dr. Lee, are you saying that Rose’s cream is better?"
"It’s much better than my cream," Dr. Lee chuckled and approved. "These herbs are gentle and powerful. You can apply it five to six tis a day. By bedti, you’ll feel a significant reduction in pain."
"Really?" Louisa couldn’t believe it. She never expected that her daughter’s homade redy would work so quickly and effectively. No wonder Rose had earned her title as Dr. Bell. Her skills were clearly evident.
"Well, what are we waiting for, honey? Let apply it for you." Kenneth hastily opened the tube of cream.
"Be gentle, it hurts."
"When we have ti, we should call our girl and tell her that her cream has co in handy, and that even Dr. Lee was full of praise!" Kenneth said as he was applying the cream on Louisa. "Our girl is really talented. She’s amazing."
Louisa smiled proudly. "Of course, she’s my daughter after all."
"Yes, yes, my wife is the best and our daughter is even better."
Standing at the doorway, Serena bit her lower lip, her nails digging deep into her palm. She didn’t expect her parents to praise Rosemary so highly behind her back.
On the other hand, Bard led Rosemary from the helipad into the main building, which was opulently decorated and exuded an air of elegance.
"Your room is on the second floor. I have had it cleaned and all the furniture—the bed, sofa, and chairs—has been replaced. Let take you there."
"I’m sorry for making you go through all the trouble."
"Don’t be silly, I’m delighted to have you here. I originally wanted to renovate the entire second floor to your liking, but was afraid that there wouldn’t be enough ti and it would inconvenience you."
Bard took her to the second floor for a tour. Every piece of decoration and design reflected the high taste of its owner.
"This is your bedroom."
Bard opened the door, revealing a spacious, bright, and inviting room.
"Let know if you need anything else. I will get it for you."
"Everything’s great," Rosemary scanned the room. "Which floor is Grandpa on? I want to see him."
"He’s in the hospital. His condition is stable for now. Rest a bit and I’ll take you to see him tomorrow."
Just as Bard finished speaking, his phone rang. It was a call from the hospital. His expression darkened a bit.
"Alright, I understand. We’ll decide what to do when I get there. I’ll be there in ten minutes."
After hanging up, he turned to Rosemary and said,
"Your grandfather’s condition has suddenly worsened. We’ll discuss it on the way."
"Okay."
Rosemary had reviewed her grandfather’s dical records before she ca. Initially, he just felt a little chest tightness and found walking to be strenuous. After a dical examination revealed high blood pressure and cholesterol, he didn’t take it too seriously and was just taking so dication to alleviate the chest discomfort and maintain regular exercise.
Later, he started to experience shortness of breath, chest tightness, and excessive sweating, often falling asleep imdiately afterwards.
"The doctor in charge at that ti had prescribed dications for shortness of breath, but there was little improvent. Your grandpa was always complaining about discomfort. So, I consulted another doctor who felt that sothing was off about your grandpa’s condition. Can you guess what it was?" Bard asked, turning to the young girl sitting next to him.
Rosemary nodded slightly.
"People with chest discomfort can’t just fall asleep instantly."
"Exactly! The second doctor said the sa. He also ntioned that your grandpa usually had high blood pressure. But when they checked, his blood pressure was sotis extrely low—even imasurable. They suspected a heart attack and recomnded hospitalization."
During the hospital stay, a CT scan revealed a strip shadow in the old man’s pericardium. However, the dical team was clueless about how to handle it. They had no choice but to seek treatnt abroad.
"Your grandmother was seriously ill at the ti, and your uncle couldn’t manage it all by himself. So, I took your grandpa to Dawnstar and admitted him to the hospital here. After detailed examinations, they found a lot of fluid in his pericardium. They conducted a series of tests, ruling out viral pericarditis and tumor pericarditis. But despite all the tests, they couldn’t diagnose the disease or identify the cause."
Bard’s voice faltered, his heart aching for the old man’s suffering. Every test ant either a blood draw or an injection, and the myriad of dications made Darren sick to his stomach. A few tis, Darren grabbed Bard’s hand, pleading to let go.
He was really tired—didn’t want to struggle anymore.
"Your grandpa stayed in the hospital for a long ti. They couldn’t find the cause of his illness. Last week, he was struggling to breathe, his heart rate was high, and he was sweating profusely. The dical team resuscitated him once. But just a few days later, he’s uncomfortable again, with symptoms even worse than before."
Rosemary ventured, "Could they have missed sothing?"
"Missed sothing?"
"So conditions can’t be diagnosed with routine tests."
"Will you take a look at your grandpa later?"
"Sure."
Upon reaching the hospital, Rosemary followed Bard to the VIP floor on the sixteenth floor. The nurses here were exceptionally polite to him, and even the dical team was waiting.
"Mr. Sampson."
"Mr. Sampson, you’re here."
"We’re waiting for your decision."
"Let introduce you to Rosemary Collins. She’s a wonder in dicine. Tell her the details, and take her to see the patient."
The doctors all looked at Rosemary, their faces expressing their doubts.
Was Mr. Sampson desperate to try anything—even bringing such a young girl to help?
She looked barely into her teens.
Did she understand dicine at all?
And they, respected doctors, were expected to guide her, explaining the patient’s condition to her.
Was this a joke?
"Are you not going?"
Upon hearing Bard’s words, the doctors suppressed their displeasure and led Rosemary to the patient, explaining his condition over the past few days.
Rosemary entered the ward. It was the first ti she was eting her grandfather. He was lying in bed with his eyes closed, frail—but it was not hard to imagine how dashing and charismatic he must have been in his youth.
Rosemary glanced at the readings on the monitor next to the bed and gently placed her slender fingers on her grandpa’s wrist.
The doctors exchanged confused looks.
What was she doing?
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