Chapter 266

Chapter 266 Wynter’s Childhood Look

Elliot, who was typically calm and composed, spoke with a sense of urgency. “Mr. Lloyd, do you still

think we need to bother with that

nonsense DNA evidence? The girl in this photo is clearly my sister!”

Elliot was utterly convinced the girl in the photograph was none other

than Ms. Quinnell. While others believed Naomi bore a resemblance

to Wynter, Elliot saw no similarity between them.

To him, the girl in the photo was unmistakably his real sister, still enjoying her candy despite her dirty

face and having been abducted.

She gazed at the camera with a sleepy, yet endearing, expression. Her big eyes and chubby face were

unmistakable.

And she was wearing the tiger hat Elliot and Tobias had made for her the day she disappeared. Elliot

recognized that hat by its crooked

strips. He and Tobias hadn’t done a good job sewing it.

Ryan couldn’t contain his excitement either. He had vivid memories of Ms. Quinnell’s appearance on

the day she was abducted. Although he had his suspicions, he was thrilled when they were confirmed.

“Mr. Elliot! I’m calling Mr. Quinnell Senior right now!” Ryan’s eyes

welled up with tears as he reached for his phone.

But before he could dial the number, there was a sudden thud. Elliot, who had been standing in front of

him, suddenly collapsed backward!

Ryan panicked and called for the doctors outside the ward. The

doctors and nurses in Havenlight Hospital quickly rushed over.

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One of the doctors, Dr. Sander, examined Elliot and spoke with a tone

of displeasure.

“How could you let him interrogate when he’s running such a high fever? This fever was caused by the

injury on his shoulder. Was his

arm reattached after it was broken?”

Aware of Elliot’s critical condition, Ryan anxiously supported him,

intending to take him to Wynter immediately. However, the doctors

couldn’t permit him to transport the patient in such a state.

Ryan felt anxious and helpless. “Why can’t you people understand? I

must-”

Suddenly, someone grabbed him from behind. It was Wynter. “Easy

there, Ryan. What’s going on?” she asked calmly.

“Wynter!” Ryan turned to her and gripped her hand tightly. “M- Mr.

Elliot suddenly passed out! I’ve been keeping track of the time, and it’s

not even been three hours. Why-”

Wynter crouched down, swiftly assessing Elliot’s condition. Ryan’s

heart gradually calmed down, reassured by Wynter’s presence. After

all, there was no ailment Wynter couldn’t cure!

Wynter had come to Havenlight Hospital because Yarra and her child

needed nourishment. Additionally, she was growing concerned as she

hadn’t received any news from Ryan while time was ticking away.

Hence, she decided it would be more efficient to come to the hospital

herself.

Wynter held Elliot’s wrist with one hand while handing Dr. Sander a

document and token with the other Every medical professional was

-Eb-Mhzed Lock

familiar with that token, but only a select few had ever laid eyes on it.

In earlier days, Florand had awarded this token to Dr. Bell during his

travels in the country. Subsequently, only experts who made significant contributions to the medical

field possessed this token.

Dr. Sander was taken aback by the sight of the token. “Who are you?”

“He’s my patient. I was the one who reattached his arm,” Wynter

replied swiftly yet calmly. “I need an operating room. The patient has

lost a lot of blood and hasn’t eaten for a long time. How’s the stock

of the hospital’s blood bank?”

Dr. Sander nodded, acknowledging her professionalism. “We’re short

on special blood types, but other types are sufficient.”

“Good,” Wynter responded, her expression cold yet beautiful. “Ryan, what’s his blood type?”

“O positive!” Ryan answered promptly.

“I’m also O positive. Please conduct an RH blood type and a cross-

match test for both of us,” Wynter instructed Dr. Sander. “See if we’re

compatible. If we are, use mine.”

“Okay,” Dr. Sander agreed.

However, Ryan interjected, “We can’t use your blood!”

Wynter raised an eyebrow, slightly puzzled. Why was Ryan so

adamant? It didn’t sound like him.

Ryan was anxious. “Trust me, Wynter. We really can’t use your blood!”