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Chapter 23: Dick 10a) Chapter 73: Erick Has an Accident

During the peak of school dismissal, many parents arrived by car to pick up their children. The outside of Melcester Central High School was jam-packed with various sedans.

With a frown, Myrna pulled out her earphones, put them on, and made her way through the crowd, ready to return a call to the hospital. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a black Phaeton discreetly parked in an inconspicuous corner across the street. Calvin was lazily leaning against the car, the streetlight casting a soft glow on his strikingly handsome face. His eyes were deep-set, a thin, vibrant cigarette hanging from his lips. His black shirt sleeves were rolled up, revealing a crimson beaded bracelet on his wrist. His stop was far, but he stood out from the crowd, very eye-catching. Myrna didn’t want to go over anymore.

The man by the car seemed to have sensed her approach; he looked up, and his gaze met hers directly.

Calvin hadn’t expected her to come out so quickly, let alone see him smoking. He frowned, threw away the cigarette, and extinguished it with the tip of his foot. Turning back, he said to Cedric in the car, “Didn’t you say the seniors were taking exams and it would take at least half an hour for them to come out?”

“It took half an hour.”

“How did Myrna get out?” He also happened to see him smoking.

Calvin pinched his lower jaw, too lazy to speak, and beckoned the person across from him to come over.

The road was not that wide, so Myrna reached him in just a few steps. She had just steadied herself when she heard the man’s deep, seductive voice envelop her, “Something happened to Erick.”

Myrna’s heart skipped a beat, her complexion slightly changing. She yanked off her headset, her dark eyes staring at him. The look in her eyes was both cold and ruthless, like a wolf whose bottom line had been crossed.

“What happened?” His voice was hoarse to the extreme.

Seeing her shoulders and back tense up almost into a straight line, Calvin knew she was far from as calm as she appeared. He turned around, opened the car door, and beckoned her to get in. “We’ll talk on the way; get in the car first.”

On the way, Calvin briefly explained Erick’s situation to her. Actually, it was quite simple. Erick suddenly felt nauseous and vomited in the afternoon, even fainting at one point. The doctor performed an emergency examination and found a brain tumor, which required immediate surgery.

However, this kind of craniotomy surgery required a high level of skill, and Melcester, being a small place, had medical technology far below Nemmington’s standard. Finding an expert to perform a craniotomy on Erick all of a sudden was undoubtedly an uphill task.

Before the car arrived at Meleester General Hospital, Calvin’s gaze fell on her pale face. His fingers rapidly twirled the beaded bracelet on his wrist, softly reassuring her, “I’ve already contacted the specialists at Nemmington Central Hospital. They’ll be here soon; you don’t need to worry.”

She had always known that Erick, bedridden for years, was in poor health, so she had a doctor give him a comprehensive physical examination every month. Unexpectedly, even with this, they still encountered a brain tumor!

Myrna turned pale, leaning back with her eyes closed. Her jet-black eyelashes were clearly defined, her lips pressed into a straight line. Her hands were clenched into fists at her sides, and she said nothing. But it was the first time Calvin had seen her so vulnerable and uncomposed. Afraid that she might scratch her palm until it bled, he placed his large hand on the back of hers.

In a soothing voice, like comforting a child, he coaxed, “Be good, Mya,” trust me, Erick will definitely be fine.”

The car quickly stopped at Melcester General Hospital, and Myrna practically ran all the way up to the 6th floor. From a distance, Monica’s suppressed crying could be heard, along with the sound of doctors gathered together in discussion.

“The patient had already fallen into a deep coma; what should we do? We can’t wait for the expert from Nemmington to come; should we transfer him to a higher-level hospital directly?”

“No, his condition didn’t allow for further movement; surgery was the only option and it had to be done as soon as possible.”

“But who would perform the surgery?”

The scene was as quiet as death. All the neurosurgeons from Melcester General Hospital were here, and no one dared to step forward and claim they were confident. If it had been an ordinary patient, they might not have felt such immense pressure. After all, surgeries can either succeed or fail. However, this patient, who seemed ordinary, appeared to have significant backing. No one could bear this responsibility…

Monica, with tears in her eyes, waited a full minute without seeing any doctor claiming to be the lead surgeon. Her heart kept sinking, and just when she was about to despair, she heard a familiar voice coming from the end of the corridor.

“I came!”