Five days later.
Ruby Green received news that the Piers family would visit to propose marriage. She hurriedly handled her discharge from the hospital and took the opportunity to drive Abigail Green out of the maternity hospital.
Gills City was still a bit chilly in April. Abigail, wrapped in a thin trench coat and dragging her heavy body, watched the car from the Green family disappear into the distance, raising an eyebrow.
Abigail had an accident after the college entrance exams. Two months later, she discovered she was pregnant. After registering at Swallow Medical University, she took a leave of absence and was hidden by Rose Taylor and her daughter in a small courtyard in Gills City to await childbirth.
Seven months had passed; she should have been at the medical university by now.
The original owner hated that family. Abigail also had no good feelings toward the so-called Green family. However, some things had to be resolved by returning to the Green family.
She hailed a taxi and gave the address of the Green family's house in Southern Town.
When the car passed Sincere Hospital, Abigail instinctively looked up, staring at the white, three-dimensional building where she had worked for a year.
After graduating from Yale, she interned at Cleveland Hotel for three years. She gained fame from a thoracotomy, then returned to the country. Who would've thought that after just one year...
Staring at the tall white drape hanging from the hospital, Abigail frowned. "Sir, do you know what happened at Sincere Hospital?" she asked.
The driver didn't want to talk to this fat bitch but remembered her address, thinking one shouldn't judge by appearances, so he replied with some flattery. "Haven't you heard? The youngest surgical prodigy at Sincere Hospital suddenly died in the operating room. The hospital director was heartbroken, and the whole hospital mourned. It's said a lot of important people were shaken by it. Such a pity, dying so young..."
The last sentence carried a genuine touch of regret.
Abigail was silent, her eyes filled with melancholy. Yes, how could she have died so young?
She died and then was reborn in a fat person's body...
She wondered what her grandfather and senior brother would think if they saw her now... Forget it, she decided not to scare them for now.
The car drove through the city center and entered the villa area of Southern Town but was stopped at the gate.
"I am Abigail Green from No. 1, Building 28." Abigail's phone had long been thrown away by Rose Taylor and her daughter, and she was penniless. She needed the car to go directly inside to find Lincoln Green to pay.
"Sorry, this is a private villa area. Without access permission, you cannot enter." The security guard glanced at the woman, as fat as a pig, sitting in a cheap taxi and refused brusquely. He wouldn't let any unrelated person inside.
Abigail frowned, about to speak, when the driver, pressing down his impatience, urged, "Miss, you should pay me first. It's a total of 207."
"I didn't bring my phone." Abigail was a bit embarrassed; she had never been troubled by money in her last life.
"Cash is also fine," the driver said with a bad tone.
"I didn't bring that either."
"Damn it, fat bitch, you want a free ride!" The once polite driver suddenly changed his face, shouting loudly. The initially courteous 'Miss' turned into a 'fat bitch,' and his ordinary, unremarkable features took on an expression of disdain.
Abigail's face turned pale and then green. She had seen all kinds of people at the hospital; seemingly friendly ordinary folks were amicable as long as their interests weren't harmed. But once it involved their interests, their change of attitude was as swift as the Sichuan opera.
"I can make a call and have someone bring the money out." Abigail remembered Lincoln Green's number. She was betting on whether her father still had a bit of affection for her. If not, she had other ways.
"Still pretending? What if no one answers?" The driver pressed aggressively.
"They will," Abigail answered decisively. As long as Lincoln Green answered the phone, she would make him pay.
The driver, half believing, reluctantly handed his phone to Abigail. But as soon as she dialed, it was disconnected. Over and over again, it just kept getting hung up.
"Damn it, tell me, how do you plan to pay?" The driver snatched his phone back, glaring angrily at Abigail. The security guard by the side watched gleefully, pleased to see this fat bitch pretending to be wealthy.
Abigail fell silent, thinking about her original bank accounts and the feasibility of withdrawing money. The taxi driver couldn't wait any longer and, catching her off guard, pushed her to the ground, ready to get physical. "Fat bitch..."
"Excuse me, what seems to be the problem?" A gentle male voice interrupted. It wasn't loud, but it stopped the vulgar driver in his tracks. Then the car door opened, and a tall, handsome man stepped out.
Abigail looked up and saw that god-like face she had seen just days ago. She was slightly stunned and suddenly spoke, "Lend me 207. I'll treat your illness."
Brandon Piers lowered his head, smiling slightly after the initial surprise. "Treat my illness?"
"Yes."
"By you?" It was as if he'd heard a joke.
The Piers family had been seeking treatment for him for years. Due to the special surgical area, which required blind stitching and his rare panda blood type, everything needed to be perfect. The surgery had been delayed for years. It wasn't until Abigail Green, who had graduated from Yale's cardiology program and mastered the Ancient Medical Family's Eighteen Needle Method, returned from Cleveland Hotel that he saw hope. Originally, his next surgery was supposed to be with her, but unfortunately, she died.
"So, are you lending it?" Abigail did not answer Brandon Piers' question. Instead, she looked directly at the handsome man's clean face with her dark, shiny almond eyes.
Though her body was fat, her gaze was calm and confident. Those eyes, like gems amidst gravel, would shine once polished.
Such a fat and unattractive woman, yet with such beautiful eyes.
Brandon Piers suddenly smiled, as warm as a spring breeze in March. He squatted down, aligning Abigail's legs, which were sprawled on the ground.
"No." He refused straightforwardly, his voice pleasant to the ears.
Abigail looked at her legs and then at the enlarged handsome face in front of her. "…"
Indeed, he was ill!