Chapter 35
Even though he’d stepped aside, his eyes remained fixed on the two of them, watchful and wary, not daring to let his guard down for even a second.
Miranda stepped forward and knelt beside the man, placing one hand on his shoulder and using a special technique to press down twice. The old man, who had been shivering uncontrollably, suddenly jolted.
The sudden movement scared the driver next to him half to death. But when he gathered his wits, he realized that the old man had stopped shivering altogether and was now calm.
Miranda’s other hand was already checking the old man’s breath, and then she gently opened his eyelids for a closer look. His eyes were clouded, with faint black specks in the whites of both.
Curious, the driver leaned in for a better look and was startled to find Miranda holding a slender needle in her hand. He was about to ask about it when she swiftly inserted the needle into the back of the old man’s neck.
As her fingers worked, a wisp of dark vapor began to rise from where the needle had been inserted. The sight left the driver utterly astonished, his eyes wide with disbelief.
The old man started to regain consciousness, his eyes fluttering open. The once feeble man now appeared lively and sharp, his eyes clear and determined as he slowly sat up straight.
“Sir!” the man next to him was on the verge of tears, overwhelmed with relief.
The old man glanced at him, and then turned his gaze to the young woman beside him. Miranda extracted the needle, now stained with a hint of black residue, and quickly tucked it away.
The driver couldn’t help but wonder where the young doctor had stored the needle; both times, he’d missed seeing how she had brought it out or put it away.
“It’s stable for now, but this is just a temporary fix. This should keep you from relapsing for the next two months. But after that, who knows?”
The old man’s illness was peculiar, and Miranda wasn’t quite sure what exactly was ailing him. Even if she knew, she wasn’t obligated to cure him – she wasn’t running a charity. But easing his pain temporarily was a simple enough task, allowing him some respite.
She’d heard from the driver that there were medications, so they should be able to manage with those
afterward.
Gathering her things, Miranda stood up and addressed the younger man, “If everything’s alright now, move the car along, please. It’s blocking the road.”
He nodded eagerly, “Yes, yes, I’ll do that right away. Thank you, Doctor.”
The old man looked at Miranda, understanding that this young woman had saved him.
“Young lady, thank you for your help. May I know your name and which hospital you work at?” he inquired politely.
Miranda offered a small smile. “We met by chance. You can call me the Good Samaritan.”
With that, she nodded courteously and turned back to her own car. The old man watched her walk away with a
smile.
“Let’s go.”
The driver quickly helped him into the car, ensuring he was comfortable before getting into the driver’s seat and driving off.
Miranda watched as their car pulled away before she hit the gas, taking a right at the next intersection, heading in the opposite direction.
Glancing in the rearview mirror, the driver saw Miranda’s car taking a different path, heading away from them.
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