A Replacement Bride

Chapter 227

Everyone outside heard the eerie cries too, and it made the hair on the back of their necks stand even when it was in the middle of the day.

Meanwhile, Corey stared gravely at the ICU, not daring to miss even a single second.

It had been 30 minutes since Katherine went in, and as every minute passed, Corey's heart grew heavier. At this point, he was like a ticking time bomb. Anyone who dared pull the trigger on him would face colossal wrath.

Another 20 minutes passed, and Katherine finally came out.

The young woman looked somewhat exhausted like she had fought a great battle. "I need 30 minutes to myself," she said after taking a plain glance at Corey.

"Certainly. I'll get it arranged." He gazed amiably at her and ordered the security officer, who arranged a room for her immediately, without ever asking Katherine about the patient's condition.

Katherine nodded with gratitude and went in the security officer's direction.

Meanwhile, Corey let out a sigh of relief and brought his men into the ICU at once. He had noticed her countenance didn't look awry when she came out.

The doctors, on the other hand, were bewildered as they wondered where in the world those agonizing cries came from. However, they didn't dwell on it but followed Corey and his men into the ward instead, wanting to see the patient's condition to give Katherine and Corey a slap in the face.

Inside, the elder lay peacefully in bed with various medical instruments attached to them, and the P waves and figures displayed on the heart rate monitor were clear to everyone—the patient was no

different from an ordinary man.

Malcolm's countenance turned awful in response, and he hurriedly gave the elder a checkup. Initially, he thought the device was broken, but the results of the checkup left him dumbfounded.

He had checked the elder's condition personally about an hour ago. Not only had the latter's breathing and heartbeat stopped, but even his brain waves had flatlined, which also meant he was brain-dead. How is it possible for him to come back to life so suddenly?!

"Well, Dr. Digby? How is he?" The other doctors looked strangely at Malcolm, thinking the senior doctor's reaction was awfully strange.

However, Malcolm pursed his lips and said nothing. That said, his gaze changed multitudes.

He didn't believe in something as outrageous as resurrection; that was only an old wives' tale. Hence, it could only mean one thing—the elder was in apparent death, and Katherine had used some sort of mysterious means to wake him up.

Malcolm grew increasingly confident about his guess the more he thought about it; there were no other possible explanations for the strange phenomenon, after all.

"His life is no longer in danger," he said curtly, then ordered the doctor next to him, "Take him downstairs for a thorough checkup. I want a detailed report."

"Yes, sir," said the doctor as he obliged.

Meanwhile, everyone else exchanged glances, capturing a notion from the senior doctor's words—the young woman they had ridiculed earlier managed to resuscitate the elder.

No way! How is that possible?! He's dead! How did that young woman revive him so easily?! It had only been—what—fifty minutes, less than an hour since she came in. If she is this good, wouldn't it

make her a god?!

Everyone looked beyond grim as the epiphany struck them, and the doctor who had insulted Katherine from the get-go now wanted nothing more than to bury himself in a pit. Still, he puffed up his chest and said somewhat hesitantly, "I'm sure she has nothing to do with it. Maybe he had already come back to life while we were resuscitating him, and he hadn't regained consciousness because it wasn't time yet. She just got lucky."

The others concurred as they could only console themselves with the excuse at this point, even though it was honestly rather far-fetched. NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

Corey, on the other hand, smirked contemptuously at their words, detesting their behavior.

The nation's healthcare system had been stuck for years, for there were far too many sc*mbags who would rather find excuses for themselves and suppress those better than them out of jealousy instead of bettering themselves.

"They're disturbing the patient from his rest. Send them out," Corey ordered plainly without even turning around, and someone came up to deferentially ask the doctors to leave.

Katherine, on the other hand, went to treat the next patient after feeling a little more energized.

The five people who have had direct contact with Zak suffered the worst, having been pronounced brain-dead when their heartbeats and pulses stopped.

However, the conditions of their family members varied, and Katherine pulled out all the stops and worked for about 24 hours before finally saving everyone. Meanwhile, dozens of black, fist-sized jars sealed with wax were added into the carrying case she brought over, and by the end of it, she was well spent.

"Since everyone's okay now, I'm going to leave." She went to bid Corey farewell.

"Are you not going to see your old friends now that you've come to Kyoland?" he entreated Katherine, a one-eighty from the lofty man he usually was.

The young woman glanced at him silently for a long time before shaking her head. "Not for now."

A sigh escaped Corey as helplessness laced his eyes. "I thought you'd at least visit them while you're here."

Silence filled the air for some time before Katherine answered sluggishly, "Some other time, perhaps. I'm too exhausted to deal with them. Send me home, will you? Otherwise, it'll be too late for me when they rush over after receiving the news."

She looked genuinely worn out, so Corey said nothing more and had the security officers escort Katherine back on a private plane.

It was noon by the time they returned to Hovington, which was much warmer than Kyoland.

Katherine went straight home without telling anyone, falling asleep as soon as she flumped into her bed. It wasn't until she awoke the next afternoon that she finally felt alive again.

After waking up, she sat spacing out in her bed for some time before knocking on Jennifer's door.

Jennifer, on the other hand, seemed to have been expecting her as she pointed aside. "Have a seat."

"Have you been expecting me?" Katherine fixed her gaze on Jennifer as she sat down.

"You want to know about the man-faced curse, don't you?" Jennifer smiled tenderly, to which Katherine nodded in affirmation. "Do you know anything about this?"

"I do. Actually, I have a bit of a history with it. I'll tell you a story about the Scott-Tutton Family if you want." A hint of recollection laced Jennifer's eyes, seemingly recalling her past.

Meanwhile, Katherine gazed solemnly at her, waiting for the woman to continue.