Chapter 299
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Edwin gave Ralphy an exasperated look. “Not in a million years would I be duped. I’m telling you—” He lowered his voice, letting the name drop like a bomb. “It’s King.”
Chloe blinked, unconvinced. “But… Isn’t King known for saving people at his whim? No amount of money or pleading gets King to the table.”
Edwin nodded solemnly. “Exactly. King is as unpredictable as they come. Do you want to know what Dr. Emmett said to me?”
“What?” Ralphy and Chloe asked in perfect unison again, their curiosity practically vibrating in the air. They both straightened, their attention laser-focused.
Edwin leaned in closer, his voice just above a whisper. “Dr. Emmett said Mr. Scott is lucky—King picked a patient at random, and Mr. Scott was the one King chose.” He then exhaled, envy flickering in his eyes. “I’d say Mr. Scott is born under a lucky star.”
Ralphy nodded slowly. “Yeah, that’s insane luck.” Having King step forward with his skills was like catching lightning in a bottle. Dylan was really fortunate. “I guess when you’re that brilliant, you don’t answer to anyone but yourself.”
Chloe couldn’t help but admire King’s whimsical approach to saving lives. People begged, pleaded, and pulled strings trying to get King to save a loved one. And yet sometimes—just sometimes—King chose some patients on a whim, like a passing storm choosing where to rain.
“King is completely capricious,” Edwin muttered with a hint of amusement.
“I wonder what King looks like and what kind of person King really is.” Chloe sighed, part admiration, part envy. If only she could be as skilled as King, life would be carefree and adventurous.
Edwin glanced around again, making sure no one was within earshot. Then, he leaned in and whispered, “I heard he’s a very young man with a calm, pleasant voice—but no one’s ever seen his face.”
Ralphy commented, “To have that kind of talent so young, he’s got to be a freakin’ genius.”
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Chloe nodded slowly. “Yes, it’s enviable.”
Time crept forward, each minute feeling like an hour. Still, no word came from the operating room. Yet, the tension had lessened—not because the fear was gone, but because they knew who was inside. King was there. If King couldn’t save Dylan, then it was unlikely anyone else could.
Inside the Dorfield Hospital, Brendon’s phone buzzed. He answered with a clipped tone. “What did you say? King appeared at Kitaso Hospital?”
Brendon spoke a few more words before hanging up the phone.
“Brendon, is it true King’s actually at Kitaso Hospital? Or is that just another rumor?” Katie pressed, her brows furrowing with doubt.
Brendon glanced at Yolanda, who had finally drifted into a restless sleep. “Regardless of whether the news is true or not, I have to go. Time isn’t on our side,” he said quietly, brushing a loose strand of hair from Yolanda’s forehead. “Every day Yolanda remains untreated is one more day she’s trapped in pain. She doesn’t have much time left.”
Brendon exhaled. In the whole world, maybe only King could cure Yolanda. But tracking King down was nearly impossible. Yolanda’s doctors had warned her that her life expectancy might not even reach ten more years—and the next crisis could come at any moment. If they didn’t race against time to locate King, it would be too late…
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