After coming out of the villa, Francis went to the bus station.

He was bitterly disappointed in Quella, but innocence no longer mattered now. As long as he could collect the debt of two million yuan, he could stay away from Thompson Family.

But he didn't directly head for the Oceans Chamber of Commerce but waited for the bus to the hospital.

He was worried about Xena.

Screech... Less than five minutes later, a red BMW pulled off nearby.

The car window was rolled down, revealing Rosie's cold pretty face, "Where to?"

Francis replied blandly, "The hospital."

Rosie heaved a deep sigh, "Get in, I'll give you a ride."

"I'll pass. We are going in different directions."

Francis rejected without the slightest hesitation, "You'd better go to work."

He was aware that Rosie already knew the truth, otherwise, she wouldn't have offered to give him a ride. But she didn't even say sorry, so he didn't have to condescend.

From the experiences in the past year, he learned that unprincipled humility and compromise would only bring more bitter contempt.

The corners of Rosie's mouth twitched, but she tried to sound calm, "I have plenty of time today and can drive you to the hospital."

She asked closely, "Are you visiting Xena?"

"Yes."

Francis replied, "Her condition is unstable and might still be in critical stage. So, I'm going there and see if I can help."

Apart from that, he wanted to thank Helen for her Pepino melon.

After having the Pepino melon, Francis felt more than invigorated. It meant three, five fewer years of hard work.

You couldn't even read a medical book. What service could you render?

Rosie shook her head disapprovingly but still spoke coldly, "Get in and let's go together."

Francis stared at Rosie without a word. As long as she said sorry, he would compromise.

Rosie snarled overbearingly, "Can't you let it pass? Be a man. Is it fun to be so fussy?"

Francis remained in silence.

"Whatever, what's so great about you?"

Rosie was irrigated by his silence. She was nice enough. What else did he want?

She casually threw a paper bag at Francis before stepping on the accelerator to leave.

Swoosh... Francis caught the paper bag and opened it, finding a pack of milk and a box of barbecued pork buns.

He was slightly dazed as if flashing back to the old days when he tramped the streets. Screech... At nine o'clock in the morning, Francis arrived at Sea City Hospital.

He bought a box of silver needles at the TCM Department, inquired about it, and went to the ward on the fourth floor.

As soon as the elevator door opened, he saw Rosie appearing with a bag of fruit.

She walked by as if not seeing him.

Aware of her bad temper, Francis ignored her, went straight to the door of Xena's ward, and happened to see Helen sitting on a bench in a trance.

Her pretty face filled with despair. She looked like losing several kilos' weight overnight.

Despite her haggardness, the woman still looked pretty. Her eyes were sad yet beautiful.

Surrounding her stood a dozen well-dressed men and women, but none made a sound.

The air was depressing.

At the sight of her look, Rosie involuntarily halted her steps and thought about how to console Helen.

"Ms. Shaw."

Francis walked straight over, "How is Xena?"

After a moment of daze, Helen looked up and saw Francis before getting excited, "Savior, savior, you're here."

The businesswoman worth of tens of billions was now very easy-going.

"Just call me Francis."

Francis pressed her shoulder, "Savior is too much for me."

"You saved Xena and are my savior."

Helen's eyes were stubborn, "Tell me whenever you need me."

"Sorry for slapping you yesterday."

The next second she raised her hand to slap herself.

The woman was that vigorous and resolute.

Quick in reaction, Francis grabbed her wrist, "Ms. Shaw, I don't blame you and can totally understand it."

"Put aside your guilt before Xena wakes up."

Her wrist was so soft that Francis even forgot to let it go.

"Mr. Yule, you are so kind."

Helen didn't shake off his hand, "I'll remember you for the rest of my life."

When Rosie saw Francis grabbing Helen's hand and her tenderness toward him, the corner of her mouth twitched, and she cleared her throat.

Francis came to his senses and hurriedly let her go.

Helen looked up at Rosie with a gentle smile, "Ms. Thompson, thank you for organizing everyone to the rescue yesterday."

Rosie replied in a light voice, "You're welcome, President Shaw."

"Ms. Shaw, how is Xena?"

Francis laughed, "Has she passed the critical phase?"

"Not optimistic."

Helen's eyes went dim, "Her injury is too serious. She was rescued several times yesterday but still hasn't passed the critical stage."

"Even Mr. Robert found it hard to cure her."

Slightly biting her red lip, she looked very pitiful.

Francis comforted her in a light voice, "Don't worry, God blesses the good girl. She will be fine."

Helen's eye suddenly lit up, "Mr. Yule, you saved Xena yesterday, so your medical skills must be superb. How about you help save her?"

She was already at the end of her rope.

"Sorry, Ms. Shaw, Francis doesn't know about leechcraft at all. That was pure luck yesterday."

Rosie had to tell her the truth. Although she also wanted Francis to save the little girl, that was mission impossible.

"Ms. Shaw, she is correct. I'm not a doctor."

Francis replied honestly, "I've never healed anyone before."

Helen stiffened at his words, and then her eyes turned sad. A hint of bitterness suddenly crossed her stunning face.

Although Xena was adopted, she had raised her for seven years. The little girl was like a biological daughter to her. If she died, Helen also lost the hope to live onward.

"Ms. Shaw, although I've never learned leechcraft, I've read quite a few medical books."

Francis changed the thread of discourse, "If you trust me, I'm willing to give it a try."

"Of course, I do."

Helen's eyes lit up again. she didn't know why but had faith in Francis.

"Mr. Yule, follow me."

Helen directly led Francis to the ward.

"Francis!"

Rosie stared at Francis and shouted anxiously, "Don't act rashly, you'll get her killed."

Francis smiled, "Don't worry, I can save Xena."

Rosie stomped her foot in anger, "How wouldn't I worry? You'll cause trouble if you mess around!"

Luck would not strike him every time.

"Are you still mad at me? Annoyed that I wouldn't say sorry?"

Rosie suddenly remembered something, "Fine, now I apologize to you. I was reckless this morning. I shouldn't have been fooled by mom and wronged you."

"As long as you can vent your anger and be sane, you are welcome to slap me back."

She thought that Francis was setting himself against her by saving Xena.

Francis said blandly, "You've never trusted me..." "Oh no! The patient has stopped breathing. Be quick..." Just then, the alarm in the intensive care ward sounded, and then a dozen doctors rushed over.

Apart from the experts in the hospital, Helen also invited here many TCM doctors.

Leading the team was a white-haired senior in his sixties. He was in fine fig and dressed well.

He was Spencer Robert, a miracle-working doctor in Sea City.

As the founder of the Rejuvenation Clinic, he was well-known in the TCM sector in Sea City. During his over 40-year medical career, he had healed thousands of patients and earned numerous honors.

He dedicated his life to TCM, thus respected and welcomed by all walks of life in Sea City.

As the patient's condition was critical, he rushed to the forefront.

Helen and Francis also followed over.

Xena already stopped breathing, and the alarms of various equipment bleeped, making people panic.

With a nervous face, the attending doctor used adrenaline and tried his best to save her with a defibrillator.

However, Xena was in such a bad condition that she barely responded.

"Xena!"

Helen almost cried out.

When the ECG slowly showed a straight line, the faces of the attending doctor and others went gloomy.

"Let me try!"

At that moment, Spencer asked the other doctors to give way. Pinching six silver needles, he landed them down on Xena's body.

Six Acupuncture of Rejuvenation.

He wanted to converge Xena's remaining bits of vitality.

The two resuscitations last night and this morning were all successfully conducted by Spencer.

Unfortunately, Xena was unresponsive this time.

Alas... Spencer dropped another six needles, but Xena was still motionless.

The old man sighed.

This was it! He couldn't save the day! When Spencer shook his head, everyone there sighed badly, and Helen turned pale.

Francis looked through the crowd and saw Xena's phantom again.

Without further ado, he rushed into the ward and patted Xena's forehead, "Let me try!"