Emma was in shock that she almost dropped her bag. 'What the hell?'
Rachel pursed her lips.
Although they weren't speaking ill of her, she felt uncomfortable to be part of their conversation.
She didn't go away quietly. In fact, the moment her face was shown,
the girls realized that she had heard them gossip about her.
The girls huddled around each other in bewilderment. Some of them shared looks as they wanted to
figure out what to do next.
"What should we do?"
"I don't know either."
"Will she teach us a lesson?"
Finding no answer within themselves, they gazed up at Emma. The woman was so restless that she
was about to break her bag strap. She gritted her teeth. "What are you looking at me for? I'm not her!"
she demanded.
Her voice was much weaker than before as guilt crept over her words.
Jack was known to defend the people around him. What if he got back at her for the words that she
had just said today?
After all, she had insulted both his wife and his ex.
Emma balled her fists and lowered her head. "I'll apologize to her."
All of the women gazed up at Emma in surprise, not really expecting that she would lower her pride for
something like this. Without another word, she pursed her lips and walked out.
She glanced around, muttering to herself, "Where is she?"
She didn't even know the woman's name! "Have you seen Mrs. Fu?" she asked a few passers-by. If
she didn't see Rachel, then someone else must have.
Either way, she was going to apologize to her.
Rachel was actually looking for Jack, but she couldn't find him anywhere.
People were going in and out of the banquet hall, blocking her view.
Some of them gathered around as they clinked their glasses together. As she stared at her
surroundings, she found that almost every man was dressed exactly the same. If they covered their
faces, she wouldn't be able to tell them apart.
Back then, she had thought that Jack was an angel sent from the heavens—that she could spot him
anywhere in the world.
In the midst of bustling crowds, she found that, that might not be the case.
If they weren't facing her, they all looked exactly alike!
Rachel walked around the hall, narrowing her eyes like a sparrow trying to find its jewelries, but she still
saw no sign of her husband. Instead, she found a few people who waved her over and greeted her as if
she was some sort of celebrity.
She initially wanted to ask them if they knew where Jack was, but she felt a little embarrassed to ask
such a question. She didn't want them to think that she had lost him along the way.
Instead, she entertained them with a chat. Fortunately, none of them asked her where Jack was.
A few minutes later, she was finally free to wander around the hall.
It occurred to her that the last time they had gone to an engagement party, Jack had also disappeared
like this.
She pursed her lips, going up the second floor.
However, given the eerie silence, she found that Jack might not be here.
She must've gone up the wrong flight of stairs.
Rachel was about to turn around when a door opened behind her. A man staggered out. The top of his
shirt was unbuttoned and his eyes were rolling to the back of his head. He was heaving as if he had
just finished a marathon.
Before she could react, he wrapped his hand around her wrist. She winced at the hotness of his grasp.
The man stared at her with bloodshot eyes as he leaned against her.
Her back hit against the wall behind her. She screamed in shock.
Suddenly, the man fell to the floor.
Rachel quickly stretched out her arms and tried to hold him.
His breathing got even heavier and his face was flushed.
"Doctor," he gasped out. "Help me."
Before she had time to think, the man had already lost consciousness.
She tried her best, but she still couldn't find a better grip. "Is somebody here?" she yelled out. "Help!
Please!"
She knew that something bad was going to happen.
The ambulance arrived very soon. When the man was sent into the car, he tightly grasped her hand.
Seeing that the situation was urgent, Rachel didn't have a choice but to follow him. She lifted up the
hemline of her dress and followed the man into the ambulance.
He must've suffered from an allergy.
She pursed her lips. However, she still couldn't find out the allergen.
When the ambulance was about to drive away, a fat old man ran towards them.
In a panic, he flailed his arms and told the nurses that he was the patient's family. Knowing the urgency,
the nurses allowed him to come with them.
The ambulance left hurriedly, without disturbing anyone else in the villa.
A while ago, although Rachel was yelling out for help, it seemed that no one else could hear her.
As the situation became even more dire, she calmed herself and took out her bag to make a phone
call.
As she was telling the address, the man beneath her suddenly woke up.
Gasping for air, he had stretched out his arm as if trying to grab something. However, it only knocked
over her phone from her hand. It flew directly against the wall and broke into two pieces.
The man groaned in pain.
Rachel had tried to piece her phone together. A young man happened to come over. He was startled
seeing the scene.
But so he collected himself and called the ambulance, which arrived in ten minutes.
The ambulance stopped at the back door.
She followed them down and into the vehicle without disturbing the guests of the banquet.
As Rachel thought about it, she couldn't help but purse her lips. After that, the man who had helped her
was already nowhere to be found.
The ambulance didn't have much space, but Rachel didn't care. She showed her identity and they let
her in.
The most urgent thing now was to send him to the hospital safely.
It was still uncertain what caused the patient's allergic reaction. The old man who had followed them to
the car sat beside them and held the patient's hand. "What's the situation?"
"It's getting critical. The patient isn't responding," the doctor responded urgently. "Increase the dosage,"
Rachel immediately said.
However, even if she had already made it clear that she was a doctor, she had no certificate with her.
Others didn't bother to listen to her.
It was a life on the line. They needed to be responsible for it.
Aware of this dilemma, Rachel asked the doctor to call the hospital to make sure.
The patient opened his eyes as if he had just woken up from a trance. He could see a woman hovering
over him.
He heard the woman say in a soft yet firm voice, "Just do as I say..."
What had happened on the second floor was unknown to the other guests of the banquet.
The ambulance came and went without them even noticing. Although there were a few who heard the
sirens, they quickly dismissed it.
"My mind has been playing tricks on me." One of them chuckled as he chugged another glass of wine.
After turning around the corner, Jack reached for his phone and tried to call Rachel. He frowned when
she wasn't answering her phone.
Her phone must be switched off.
He gazed at his surroundings,
deciding to look for her.
Rachel wore a long dress. It was incredibly eye-catching and intricate, but she paid no heed to it as she
followed the nurses to the hospital.
She grabbed the infusion bottle and stared at the patient.
His face was covered with bright red spots.
The man's face was already swollen and his lips were turning purple.
Rachel breathed deeply and loosened her grip.
"Take this," Rachel ordered to the nurse once they had arrived. She stopped in front of the elevator
doors.
They arrived into the hospital in a hurry as they panted for breath.
Fortunately, the doctor was able to contact someone who had known Rachel. They were able to
discuss the situation at hand.
The man immediately ordered the doctor to treat the patient according to Rachel's method.
It was not until she stood for a while that she noticed that her feet were already sore. Glancing down,
she realized that her ankle was already dark red.
'Maybe I twisted my ankle along the way,' she thought, wincing in pain.
The lining of her dress were also stained with mud and dust, but she was in no shape to clean in. What
was important now was the patient's condition.
Fortunately, there weren't any people that night.
Next to her, a mother and her daughter stood beside her as they waited for the elevator. The girl with a
fever cooling patch stared up at Rachel.
Noticing that the girl was peeking, Rachel gazed at her and gave her a friendly smile.
The little girl lowered her head and blushed as she hid behind her mother's arm.
Rachel and the girl's mother shared a look.
Without another word, she walked into the elevator.
As the doors closed, she thought back to the handbag that she had left at the banquet hall. She
thought of her phone while sighing inwardly. 'How can I get back now?'
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