Rebirth of the Deadly Beauty novel Chapter 5

"What kind of crappy hospital is this? Where's your director? I want to see him right now! Bring out your best doctor! I'm warning you. The person lying in there isn't some average person!

"He's Simon Carter, the renowned artist from Creybia who was invited by your city to hold an art exhibition here! Who's going to be responsible if anything happens to him?" The man's furious voice traveled from the hospital room and echoed through the hospital hallways.

Yolanda was about to leave when she heard this and stopped. "Simon Carter?"

The renowned artist from Creybia who had been invited by Riverdale? She remembered taking lessons from him in her past life, but he barely said two words to her on account of her identity.

At the thought of this, Yolanda turned around and made her way to Simon's hospital room. The middle-aged man pacing in the hall frowned and glared at her as he snapped, "Get the hell out of here, kid!"

"Let me go in and take a look," Yolanda said.

The man assessed her incredulously. "You?" The more he looked at her, the less he felt like letting her through.

Hurried footsteps sounded from down the hall. A doctor in a white coat rushed toward the room and humbled himself before the middle-aged man anxiously. "How's Mr. Carter doing?"

"How is he doing? Your doctors just told me they could do nothing about his case!" The middle-aged man was incensed as he demanded, "Summon your best doctor at once!"

Francesco Wyatt, the hospital director, wiped the beads of cold sweat from his brow. "But the doctors who came to examine him earlier were our best. Could we send him to Creybia instead? Perhaps we still have time."

"We're out of time, Mr. Wyatt." The nurse who left the hospital room shook her head gravely as soon as she went out. "Mr. Carter suffered an aneurysm on the way here. If we do not treat him within half an hour, he will die."

Half an hour. How was Francesco supposed to find anyone to take on the case if no doctor in the hospital could save him from whatever disease he was riddled with?

Just as they were caught in a dilemma, a crisp voice sounded from the other side of the hotel. "I can save him."

As soon as the words left her mouth, everyone in the hall turned to look at her derisively. The young lady they saw was stocky and covered in acne, and her features were marred by her blemishes. Yet, her gaze was clear, and her tone firm and confident.

"We're at a hospital, missy. You can't joke about these things," Francesco warned as he glanced at Yolanda.

She looked up and regarded Francesco imperiously. "I wasn't joking. I meant it when I said I could save him."

The crowd around her grew displeased with her words. The middle-aged man and Francesco appraised her contemptuously. One of them then demanded shrewdly, "Who are you? Didn't your family ever teach you manners?"

"I'm Yolanda Henderson," she answered in clipped tones. After she had answered the question, she walked into Simon's room.

She was better off not speaking for now, as she had irked the crowd to no end.

The doctor grabbed her arm and pulled her away from the door. "What? You're the good-for-nothing child the Hendersons sent to the juvenile detention center! Didn't you just come out of the juvenile detention center after spending three years there?"

Scoffing, he continued, "Yet you claim to have a way to save Mr. Carter."

Yolanda repeated impatiently and snapped, "Don't make me say it again, but yes, I can heal him."

Francesco and the crowd were indignant. Even the passers-by took one look at Yoladna and sneered, "How is it that the Hendersons have such an ugly piece of trash? It's one thing for her to skip school, but to go out of the house and embarrass her family like this is ridiculous!"

"She doesn't look like she knows medicine," someone commented.

Someone else snorted. "What medical skills can a woman who just got out of the juvenile detention center have? She could have walked away and spared her family from the embarrassment."