<b>Chapter 264 </b>
Ramon reacted swiftly, stepping between them with an apologetic smile. “Dr. Webster, she’s young and impulsive. Please be <b>magnanimous </b><b>and </b><b>don’t </b>
<b>take </b>it to heart.”
As he spoke, he shot Aria a meaningful nce, urging her to apologize, but she remained unmoved. Left with no choice, Ramon changed the <b>subject</b>. Dr Webster, you’re the only doctor I truly trust. Giana’s my only daughter. Please examine her.”
Culver snorted coldly and reluctantly took his seat again.
Aria was about to leave when she lowered her
and caught Giana’s pleading eyes.
After a brief hesitation, she stayed,
quietlyom the sidelines.
As Culver felt Giana’s pulse, his brows knitted
After a long pause, Culver dropped a bombshell
<b>“</b>What?” Ramon eximed in shock.
ghter, forming deep furrows like stubborn knots.
health makes pregnancy inherently difficult. This time, you’re highly likely to miscarry.”
Meanwhile, Giana’s face drained of color, her eyes wide with terror and panic.
Culver continued sternly, “We must schedule to terminate the pregnancy immediately. If you wait untilter in pregnancy, you’ll face high risks of severe hemorrhage, multiple infections, or even uterine rupture. At that point, a hysterectomy might be necessary <b>to </b>save your life<b>.</b>”
Tears streaming down her face, Giana shook her head violently. She cried out hoarsely, “That can’t be true! Aria said my baby could be saved. She’s the only one I trust!”
Culver fixed her with a steely gaze and said with absolute authority, “If you doubt my words, go get an ultrasound examination and see <b>for </b>yourself.”
With that, Culver stood up, straightened his white coat, and shot Aria <b>a </b>cold re. “So young, yet already this reckless for quick sess–just to show off your supposed skills, youpletely disregard the patient’s condition and make baseless ims about saving the baby!”
“Medicine isn’t some child’s y,” he continued sternly. “Giving patients false hope without careful consideration is irresponsible. Who trained you? Have you got the medical license?”
“Aria has no medical license!”
Just then, Cyril strode in, fixing Aria with <b>a </b>cold, usatory re, his tone heavy with usation.
“Practicing medicine without a license–performing acupuncture, prescribing medicine–your actions are <b>a </b>clear vition of thew!”
Cyril entered with a sizable entourage.
They all suspected Ariacked a medical license, but since she’d managed to save Giana’s baby, they turned a blind eye.
Had Culver not stepped in, they might’ve kept believing she was some miracle worker.
Culver’s face flushed crimson with rage. He mmed his fist on the table and shouted, “How can someone like this still be allowed to <b>practice </b><b>medicine </b>here? Call the police immediately! We must not tolerate such illegal conduct<b>!</b>”
Ramon hadn’t expected things to escte like this and quickly stepped in to defuse the situation. “It was an emergency. Ms. Saxon intervened <b>out </b><b>of </b>goodwill to save my daughter.”
Though he knew Aria’s background and trusted her abilities, as a hospital director bound by regtions, he couldn’t let her continue treating <b>his </b>daughter.
At that moment, Giana was consumed by pain and torment. Culver’s devastating words-“miscarriage<b>“</b>-echoed in her mind like a <b>death knell</b>.
<b>She </b>looked toward Aria in the crowd.
With tears in her eyes, she cried out, “It was me. I begged Aria desperately to save me! None of this is her fault!”
Her voice trembling with emotion, she added, “I won’t let her treat me anymore.”
Giana didn’t fear death, but she didn’t want to implicate Aria.
<b>With </b>a trembling voice, she whispered, “Let’s… terminate the pregnancy.”
Aria took a step toward Giana, her voice calm yet resolute. ”
I you your baby could be saved. Do you still believe me?<b>” </b>
Giana’s mind drifted back to the moment when Aria treated her–the unwavering focus and determination in Aria’s eyes still vivid in her memory.
She looked up, her voice barely above a whisper, “Really? Is it possible?<b>” </b>
Aria nodded. “Absolutely.”
Giana said firmly, “I trust you!”
Aria tilted her head, her gaze sweeping over the crowd. A sardonic smile tugged at her lips as she said, “I’m genuinely curious what makes you all so certain I don’t have a medical license?”