NOVEL NEXT Chapter 75 - Carried Away by Her Own Wishful Thinking
Chapter 75: Carried Away by Her Own Wishful Thinking
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Samantha’s heartbeat sped up.
People were usually able to face their truest feelings when they were at their most fragile. She freely admitted that she did not want to be alone at that time. It would be nice if someone could be there for her, and it would be all the better if that person was Timothy.
She bit her lower lip and unlocked her phone. She tapped the call icon and looked at the first missed call in her recent call logs.
Her long curly eyelashes trembled fiercely but soon stopped. The expectant light in her eyes was instantly shattered.
It was not Timothy who called, but a random salesperson…
In hindsight, Timothy had never answered her calls, let alone called her back! She had merely been carried away by her wishful thinking!
She started applying more force as she bit down on her lower lip, drawing out a slight tingling pain.
It was a result she should have long expected. What was there to be disappointed and get sad over?
She had almost forgotten that she was always like that. It had never been in her nature to give up.
During the time she had just gone abroad, she knew nothing at all and was easily nervous. Whenever she went out to work, she would get hurt from time to time.
Back then, even the slightest injury was already unbearable. Her first instinct was to call Timothy, wanting to complain to him, and hoping that she could arouse his pity again so maybe they could reconcile.
Unfortunately, Timothy never answered her call.
She was unwilling to give up at first, so she called and called even if he did not pick up. Those calls continued until one day, when she went to a dangerous building to do a live report, a beam fell out of nowhere and hit her leg.
She was sent to the hospital’s emergency department, but there were too many people injured at the time, and the medical staff simply could not take care of so many people.
Everyone around her had their own relatives and friends by their side, who all ran to them. In contrast, she was lying there alone in a foreign land, with no friends or family she could notify.
Her leg hurts so badly that her leg bones seem to have been broken, and she was overthinking to the point where she feared that she would become disabled.
The pain and fear made her fragile. She struggled to get her phone out and dialed Timothy’s number. At that time, she was begging for him to answer the call. She was not even going to ask him to help her, for it was good enough for her to hear his voice.
The first call went unanswered, like always.
She stubbornly made the second call, and it too went unanswered.
When it came to the third call, only a cold message was heard: ‘The phone you dialed has been switched off.’
Back then, she broke into laughter, then laughed and laughed until she cried.
In that brief moment, the pain in her heart was ten thousand times stronger than that of her legs.
Regardless of how busy Timothy was, he would always answer her calls in mere seconds when they were still together. If she had not received such good treatment before, she might not have felt…so hurt.
From that day onward, she never called him again. On the contrary, she learned to digest all the pain and suffering she went through.
Had it not been for her fear of losing her brother, she would not have made such an error in judgment again…
Samantha stared at the phone screen for a long time. The longer she looked at the calls she made, the more annoyed she became. In the end, she swiped her finger on the screen and blacklisted Timothy’s number.
…
Corey still did not wake up the next day. His face became paler and had an almost transparent quality to it.
Had the medical equipment not shown that he still had signs of life, Samantha would have suspected that he had already passed on and left her.
She had to find out more information about Professor Louie as soon as possible. It had turned into a race against time.
Samantha took her computer and searched for any news about Professor Louie. The various titles listed in Bidoopedia made her gasp in amazement.
Unfortunately, his whereabouts had been a mystery since his retirement. She surfed the net for a long time but was unable to find any clues.
At the same time, Samantha phoned some of her friends to ask whether they heard anything about Professor Louie.
Samantha took care of Corey that day, and she was so tired that she fell asleep on the side of the bed. Her cell phone then rang sometime later.
She was jolted awake at once and she picked up her phone to have a look.
It was a WeTalk message sent by one of her friends. [I can’t help you when it comes to Professor Louie himself, but I can tell you that Professor Louie personally took on a disciple whom he nurtured without anyone’s help. That disciple is now the youngest cardiologist in the entire medical fraternity. People call him ‘Little St. John’. He’ll probably be able to heal your brother.]
Professor Louie’s disciple… Little St. John… Samantha had also vaguely heard of that person before.
As the saying went, ‘Never give up hope.’ There was hope still for Corey if she could get that little saint to treat him!
She held in her inner excitement and replied. [Do you have any specific information about him?]
About five minutes later, the phone rang a couple more times with a flurry of details.
[Although he’s well-known, he keeps a very low profile. His name and appearance have never been revealed.
[His odd temper is probably the result of too many people seeking medical treatment from him. He’s very picky about who he treats. Many powerful people can’t even get a meeting with him, let alone ask him for medical treatment.
[All I can confirm now is that he’ll be arriving in Capital City tomorrow. There will be a medical conference in The X Hotel that he’ll be participating in. Good luck, Sammy!]
After reading that news, Samantha could not help but feel a little frustrated.
He really lived up to his reputation as Professor Louie’s disciple. There was no information both on that little saint and Professor Louie.
Nevertheless, it did not take long for her to cheer up again.
She was never one to give up without a fight. Wherever there is a glimmer of hope, she would always grasp it firmly!
She must find that little saint!
…
The next day.
Samantha woke up early, and after telling the caregiver to take good care of Corey, she carried her big backpack and set off to The X Hotel.
The medical conference was not for public access, and everyone who entered there would be strictly examined. She had studied it the entire night and tricking her way in was basically impossible.
The meeting room was accessible directly by elevator, but the elevator can be accessed only by swiping a card. Waiting by the elevator door was out of the question too.
Samantha gave it some thought and felt that the likeliest place she would meet the little saint was at the elevator entrance. After all, he had to take the elevator to go up.
At that time, she had to rely on her good judgment to identify just who that little saint was. After determining his identity, she could proceed with the second stage of her plan.
Once she arrived at the elevator entrance, Samantha scanned the area and found a remote corner, where she took out a long-range video camera from her bag. After setting it up, she adjusted the lens and directed it to the elevator entrance.
The meeting started at ten in the morning, so people started coming in one after the other at nine o’clock.
Most of the doctors brought their own assistants or bodyguards and many people came in a group. Samantha was unable to spot anything useful and could only keep her eyes peeled while recording the entire process.
However, no one came anymore by the time the meeting started at ten. Samantha’s eyes were sore from surveilling the whole time, and she was unable to pinpoint which one of them was the little saint.
Samantha had no choice but to pick up her video camera and replay the recording.. She tried recognizing them one by one and happened to notice a familiar figure.