The person who spoke was Karen, who was still inching along in the corner at a snail’s pace.
Perhaps she had finally found an opportunity to reclaim her lost dignity.
After all, things couldn’t get much worse.
It was a long shot, but worth a try.
If she won this gamble…
That was Mr. Hank!
An international financial titan, Mr. Hank!
Isabella clearly understood this too, and her eyes lit up.
If she saved Mr. Hank, everyone would worship her like a goddess. Who would remember the embarrassing predicament she had just been in?
And even if they did remember, so what?
As long as she could save Mr. Hank, no one would dare say a word about it, even if they remembered.
Karen’s reminder had instantly given Isabella a way out of her predicament.
She quickly looked up at Mr. Hank. “Yes, I’m currently in the medical department at Marington College. My advisor is Mr. Ashwell, the vice president of Starlight Royal Medical Center. I’ve actually done practical drills with Mr. Ashwell for symptoms just like Mr. Hank’s. I think… I think I can save him.”
As she spoke, she scrambled up from the ground.
Having knelt for so long, her legs were aching terribly and were so numb she could barely move.
In her haste to get up, she lost her balance and stumbled to the ground again, looking utterly pathetic.
The sharp pain of her knees hitting the floor made Isabella break out in a cold sweat.
Her face flushed, and she could almost hear the waves of laughter from the crowd around her.
She clenched her fists, her eyes turning red. The desire to use this situation with Mr. Hank to erase her earlier humiliation burned even stronger.
Isabella stubbornly pushed herself up from the floor and, dragging her numb legs, walked toward Hank.
The three attending physicians saw Isabella and quickly stepped aside.
Isabella assumed they were intimidated because her advisor was Mr. Ashwell, the vice president of Starlight Royal Medical Center.

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