Chapter 25: A Big Family

In the office of a dermatologist in South Wing stood a group of people, including Harold, Charles, and Patrick. They saw Myrna and Calvin walk in hand in hand.

Patrick said first, “Mya, sorry that your aunt and cousin cannot make it. Are you okay?” Harold and Charles were the most anxious. Harold frowned heavily and fixed his shining eyes on Myrna.

“Come here, and let me check. Blake said you fell into the water. I was freaked out. Are you okay?”

Charles, an honest and straightforward man, blurted out, “Do not do this again. Your safety matters the most!”

“Charles.” Patrick looked at him helplessly. Myrna had saved the son of the Larson family. Now, Calvin was standing there. It was not a good idea to say that aloud, but he understood Charles loved his daughter. It was hard for them to find Myrna; if anything bad happened to her, the Payne family would have a breakdown. The Payne family was not as rich as the Larson family, but they did not need her to risk her life.

Harold and Charles checked Myrna again and again. When they saw the scratches left by the kid, they felt sorry for her.

“See? You got scratches on your neck. Blake should have taken you to the hospital earlier. It is hot, and you got wet. What if the wounds get infected?” Harold blamed Blake, his concern for Myrna evident.

Myrna touched her neck, feeling uncomfortable being surrounded by so many people. “Just small wounds. They will not be infected.”

Harold glanced at her with blaming eyes, but he did not bear to blame her. He said to the dermatologist, the director of the dermatological department, at once, “Dr. Wooderson, please check the wounds on her neck.”

“Mr. Payne, of course.” Bill Wooderson was nervous. Their statuses deserved the respect of the hospital director, but Bill was just a department director. It was his honor to help them.

“Ms. Stark, sit down, please.” He asked Myrna to sit down and picked up his flashlight to observe her scratched neck. Her neck was fair like milk, so the scratch looked severe. Bill was a top dermatologist in the country; such a light wound was nothing to him. But watched by so many concerned eyes, Bill still sweated nervously.

He checked her up with a flashlight and even used a medical magnifier to make sure her wound was only inflamed due to the water. After that, he raised his head, took off his glasses, and said to the people around him, “She is fine. The wound got inflamed due to the water. I will prescribe her an ointment to reduce inflammation. I will ask a nurse to deal with her wound with alcohol, and she will be fine.”

Harold was very worried. “Should you check her up again? Give her some examinations like CT?”

Charles was worried too. “She jumped into the water and might have got hurt. It is a good idea to do a CT scan.”

Patrick said, “I will ask Blake to pay the bill now.” Myrna was speechless. Luckily, the doctor stressed that she did not need a CT scan, which was bad for her health and should only be done when necessary. They finally agreed to spare her a CT scan. Finally, they let Blake take Myrna to the nurse for wound treatment.