Chapter 208
Chapter 208:
Fortunately, in his darkest moment, this young lady had appeared. Without her intervention, Dwight knew that he might not have survived the ordeal.
The old man studied Yelena with a mix of hope and doubt as she continued. “Your condition can still be treated with surgery, but you can’t delay any longer p>
He blinked, taken aback. “Wait—are you saying you can perform the surgery p>
It seemed unbelievable. How could someone so young possibly have the expertise?
Yelena gave a firm nod. “First, you need to be admitted to the hospital for a full examination. After that, we can determine the best approach. But I’m confident surgery is still an option to save your vision p>
Despite the skepticism swirling in his mind, something about her steady voice and earnest demeanor made the old man want to trust her. He couldn’t explain it, but the feeling was undeniable.
Around them, whispers of doubt broke the moment.
“Is she serious? She’s just a kid. What does she know about surgery p>
“Probably just got lucky earlier. Even a broken clock is right twice a day p>
“Yeah, better get a proper check-up at a real hospital instead of listening to her,” someone said.
The old man clenched his fists. Moments ago, he’d been at death’s door, and none of these people had lifted a finger to help. Now they dared to mock the one person who actually offered him hope. He straightened, his voice calm but resolute.
“Enough,” he said, silencing the murmurs. He turned to Yelena. “I don’t care what they think. I trust you. I’ve seen what you can do p>
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Yelena’s lips curled into a gentle smile. “Let them talk. Their words don’t matter, but your health does. Is your family here? If so, you should get to the hospital for a proper evaluation as soon as possible p>
As Yelena spoke, her gaze swept the area, but no one seemed to approach.
The old man’s voice broke through the quiet, carrying a note of earnestness. “He’ll be here soon. I’m feeling much better now. Could you give me your contact information? I’d like to find a way to repay you someday p>
Yelena offered a soft smile, shaking her head. “There’s no need for that. I didn’t help you expecting anything in return p>
As the words left her lips, an inexplicable feeling stirred within her. A connection—unfamiliar yet oddly comforting—seemed to tether her to the old man. It made no sense.
She was sure they’d never met before, yet the sensation lingered.
Perhaps that was the enigmatic nature of serendipity—a quiet, inexplicable bond that wove strangers together in moments where logic had no place.
The old man tilted his head slightly, studying Yelena as if seeing something deeper.
Before he could say more, the crowd parted abruptly, revealing a middle-aged man pushing through with an air of panic.
“Sir! Are you alright? I turned around for just a moment to grab some water, and you were gone! What happened p>
The old man gestured toward Yelena with quiet reverence. “I’m fine, thanks to her. She saved me p>