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Abigail fell expertly and didn't touch the area of her incision at all. Tilting her head, she saw Brandon standing still and blinked.
Brandon took a deep breath. "Miss Green, need a hand?"
"Yes."
"Pullan." Abigail responded straightforwardly, and then she heard Brandon's clear, deep voice calling for Pullan.
Pullan quickly stepped forward. The next moment, Abigail was already steady on her feet, patting the dust off her trench coat. "Thank you."
Pullan's hand hung awkwardly in the air... He glanced at his young master, wondering, "Is this woman infatuated with him? Can't be! Though, his young master was indeed charming."
Watching Abigail move without the slightest embarrassment, Brandon's eyes shifted. This girl had no shame... Well, at least she lived up to her reputation.
"Mr. Piers, I just wanted to pay back the..."
"Help! Please help! My brother has fainted! Doctor!"
Abigail was cut off by a sudden shout for help not far away. Instinctively, she looked over and saw someone trying to lift the patient. She turned and rushed over. "Don't move him!"
Saying that, Abigail knelt down and touched the patient's carotid artery, almost immediately determining cardiac arrest. She shouted to the side, "Go get a doctor."
The next moment, she unbuttoned the patient's shirt, crossed her hands, and began chest compressions. After thirty compressions, she took a handkerchief from her bag, covered the patient's lips, and performed artificial respiration. Four minutes later, the patient regained consciousness, and the doctors arrived.
"Thank you, thank you." The patient's relatives repeatedly expressed their gratitude. Even the emergency doctor couldn't help but praise her, and Abigail flashed a bright smile but did not get up for a long time.
She had exerted too much force earlier, pulling at her wound, causing a thin layer of sweat on her forehead from the pain.
After a while, she moved her heavy body bit by bit when suddenly, a long, elegant hand grabbed her arm. With a bit of force from the other person, she finally stood up.
"Thank... Mr. Piers?" She thought he had already left.
"Injured?" Brandon's gaze fell on Abigail holding her abdomen.
"It's nothing serious." Abigail waved her hand.
But Brandon's eyes remained on her face. "That was a beautiful emergency intervention."
Indeed, her actions were standard, skilled, and precise; she was a professional.
"I wasn't lying last time. I can cure you." Abigail remembered what she had said before, doubting if this man believed her.
Brandon chuckled softly. "Even Jeffrey Foster wouldn't dare to say he could cure me."
Jeffrey Foster, the director of Sincere Hospital, was renowned at home and abroad for a heart surgery, gaining fame earlier than Abigail, highly regarded in the national medical community.
But his research into traditional Flowery medicine was not deep, and his suturing techniques were always slower than Abigail's.
Hearing her senior brother's name, a faint sadness flashed in Abigail's eyes. She had been invited to Sincere Hospital by Jeffrey Foster and was naturally familiar with his medical skills.
"I..." Yes, what did she have now? Not even a medical license, let alone on the surgical table.
Her bright, almond-shaped eyes dimmed.
Brandon watched the diminishing light in her eyes. For some reason, his heart felt a pang, as if he had seen the same eyes lose their sparkle right before him before, but he just couldn't recall when or where.
"Give her the Facebook." Brandon threw this sentence out and turned to walk towards the hospital, as the hospital director came out to greet him.
Pullan took out the Facebook QR code. "Miss Green."
"Oh." Abigail quickly snapped out of it. After scanning, she raised her head only to see Brandon's clear, slender back as Jeffrey Foster, the man she once secretly admired, walked beside him.
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