Chapter 75: Carried Away by Her Own Wishful Thinking
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Samantha’s heartbeat sped up.
People were usually able to face their truest feelings when they were at their most fragile. She freely admitted that she did not want to be alone at that ti. It would be nice if soone could be there for her, and it would be all the better if that person was Timothy.
She bit her lower lip and unlocked her phone. She tapped the call icon and looked at the first missed call in her recent call logs.
Her long curly eyelashes trembled fiercely but soon stopped. The expectant light in her eyes was instantly shattered.
It was not Timothy who called, but a random salesperson...
In hindsight, Timothy had never answered her calls, let alone called her back! She had rely been carried away by her wishful thinking!
She started applying more force as she bit down on her lower lip, drawing out a slight tingling pain.
It was a result she should have long expected. What was there to be disappointed and get sad over?
She had almost forgotten that she was always like that. It had never been in her nature to give up.
During the ti she had just gone abroad, she knew nothing at all and was easily nervous. Whenever she went out to work, she would get hurt from ti to ti.
Back then, even the slightest injury was already unbearable. Her first instinct was to call Timothy, wanting to complain to him, and hoping that she could arouse his pity again so maybe they could reconcile.
Unfortunately, Timothy never answered her call.
She was unwilling to give up at first, so she called and called even if he did not pick up. Those calls continued until one day, when she went to a dangerous building to do a live report, a beam fell out of nowhere and hit her leg.
She was sent to the hospital’s ergency departnt, but there were too many people injured at the ti, and the dical staff simply could not take care of so many people.
Everyone around her had their own relatives and friends by their side, who all ran to them. In contrast, she was lying there alone in a foreign land, with no friends or family she could notify.
Her leg hurts so badly that her leg bones seem to have been broken, and she was overthinking to the point where she feared that she would beco disabled.
The pain and fear made her fragile. She struggled to get her phone out and dialed Timothy’s number. At that ti, she was begging for him to answer the call. She was not even going to ask him to help her, for it was good enough for her to hear his voice.
The first call went unanswered, like always.
She stubbornly made the second call, and it too went unanswered.
When it ca to the third call, only a cold ssage was heard: ‘The phone you dialed has been switched off.’
Back then, she broke into laughter, then laughed and laughed until she cried.
In that brief mont, the pain in her heart was ten thousand tis stronger than that of her legs.
Regardless of how busy Timothy was, he would always answer her calls in re seconds when they were still together. If she had not received such good treatnt before, she might not have felt...so hurt.
From that day onward, she never called him again. On the contrary, she learned to digest all the pain and suffering she went through.
Had it not been for her fear of losing her brother, she would not have made such an error in judgnt again...
Samantha stared at the phone screen for a long ti. The longer she looked at the calls she made, the more annoyed she beca. In the end, she swiped her finger on the screen and blacklisted Timothy’s number.
…
Corey still did not wake up the next day. His face beca paler and had an almost transparent quality to it.
Had the dical equipnt not shown that he still had signs of life, Samantha would have suspected that he had already passed on and left her.
She had to find out more information about Professor Louie as soon as possible. It had turned into a race against ti.
Samantha took her computer and searched for any news about Professor Louie. The various titles listed in Bidoopedia made her gasp in amazent.
Unfortunately, his whereabouts had been a mystery since his retirent. She surfed the net for a long ti but was unable to find any clues.
At the sa ti, Samantha phoned so of her friends to ask whether they heard anything about Professor Louie.
Samantha took care of Corey that day, and she was so tired that she fell asleep on the side of the bed. Her cell phone then rang soti later.
She was jolted awake at once and she picked up her phone to have a look.
It was a WeTalk ssage sent by one of her friends. [I can’t help you when it cos to Professor Louie himself, but I can tell you that Professor Louie personally took on a disciple whom he nurtured without anyone’s help. That disciple is now the youngest cardiologist in the entire dical fraternity. People call him ‘Little St. John’. He’ll probably be able to heal your brother.]
Professor Louie’s disciple... Little St. John... Samantha had also vaguely heard of that person before.
As the saying went, ‘Never give up hope.’ There was hope still for Corey if she could get that little saint to treat him!
She held in her inner excitent and replied. [Do you have any specific information about him?]
About five minutes later, the phone rang a couple more tis with a flurry of details.
[Although he’s well-known, he keeps a very low profile. His na and appearance have never been revealed.
[His odd temper is probably the result of too many people seeking dical treatnt from him. He’s very picky about who he treats. Many powerful people can’t even get a eting with him, let alone ask him for dical treatnt.
[All I can confirm now is that he’ll be arriving in Capital City tomorrow. There will be a dical conference in The X Hotel that he’ll be participating in. Good luck, Sammy!]
After reading that news, Samantha could not help but feel a little frustrated.
He really lived up to his reputation as Professor Louie’s disciple. There was no information both on that little saint and Professor Louie.
Nevertheless, it did not take long for her to cheer up again.
She was never one to give up without a fight. Wherever there is a glimr of hope, she would always grasp it firmly!
She must find that little saint!
…
The next day.
Samantha woke up early, and after telling the caregiver to take good care of Corey, she carried her big backpack and set off to The X Hotel.
The dical conference was not for public access, and everyone who entered there would be strictly examined. She had studied it the entire night and tricking her way in was basically impossible.
The eting room was accessible directly by elevator, but the elevator can be accessed only by swiping a card. Waiting by the elevator door was out of the question too.
Samantha gave it so thought and felt that the likeliest place she would et the little saint was at the elevator entrance. After all, he had to take the elevator to go up.
At that ti, she had to rely on her good judgnt to identify just who that little saint was. After determining his identity, she could proceed with the second stage of her plan.
Once she arrived at the elevator entrance, Samantha scanned the area and found a remote corner, where she took out a long-range video cara from her bag. After setting it up, she adjusted the lens and directed it to the elevator entrance.
The eting started at ten in the morning, so people started coming in one after the other at nine o’clock.
Most of the doctors brought their own assistants or bodyguards and many people ca in a group. Samantha was unable to spot anything useful and could only keep her eyes peeled while recording the entire process.
However, no one ca anymore by the ti the eting started at ten. Samantha’s eyes were sore from surveilling the whole ti, and she was unable to pinpoint which one of them was the little saint.
Samantha had no choice but to pick up her video cara and replay the recording.. She tried recognizing them one by one and happened to notice a familiar figure.
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