Chapter 91

Stan's voice was ice-cold. "Miss, if you're here to scam us, take it elsewhere. How can you claim to be my father's teacher? His teacher is the famous painter Riley."

Eliana's expression didn't waver. "I am Riley."

Stan burst into laughter. "What a joke! If you're going to lie, at least make it believable. Leave now, or I'll call the police."

"Call them if you like," Eliana said flatly. She brushed past them and turned to the doctor. "How is he?"

The doctor hesitated."He is-"

"Doctor, don't waste your time with her!" Jonny cut him off sharply. He stepped forward, reaching for Eliana's arm. "She's an impostor. None of us know her. We'll have her removed immediately." Eliana slid aside before he could touch her.

"Get lost!" she snapped.

Jonny's face darkened with fury. "You're looking for trouble!"

Eliana met his glare head-on, her tone cool and unyielding. "I'm here to save Davin. As long as he's still breathing, I might be able to pull him back."

Jonny sneered, "Save my grandpa? Weren't you just claiming to be Riley, a great painter? What now? You've stopped painting and turned into a doctor? Can't you come up with a more believable lie?"

Eliana's glared at him. "Are you trying to stand in my way?"

Now she understood-this man was Davin's grandson.

If he would pose a problem, she wouldn't hesitate to knock him out and go in anyway.

Before she could move, Leyla's voice rang out. "I know her. She can't cure anyone. I've seen her deceive people before."

Jonny's disgust deepened instantly. "I knew it! Get out-now!"

Stan wasn't having it either. He barked at the doctor, "Call security and throw this liar out!"

"I am not a liar!" Eliana snapped, fixing her gaze on the doctor. "I have a medical license. Let me into the operating room. Every second wasted reduces his chances of survival. If anything goes wrong, I'll bear the responsibility."

"Well..." the doctor faltered. His eyes flicked between Eliana and the Gordons. But in the end, he chose to trust the patient's family. He couldn't possibly allow a totaI stranger into the operating room.

"Miss, if you keep interfering, I'll call security."

"I-" Eliana opened her mouth to argue, but heavy footsteps echoed down the corridor.

A familiar male voice rang out. "Let her in."

Everyone turned toward the sound.

They saw several figures approaching quickly, Tristan at the lead.

Everyone present was visibly startled.

"Mr. Pearson? Why are you here?" Stan hurried forward in surprise.

The doctor followed Stan, glancing at the elderly man walking beside Tristan. "Mr. Hewitt? You're here as well?"

It was Moran Hewitt, the director of the hospital himself.

After arriving at the hospital, Tristan had deliberately split from Eliana to find the director.

He knew hospitals ran under strict rules. No matter how skilled Eliana was, without official approval she would never be allowed into the operating room. That was why Tristan hadn't walked over with her.

"I'm here to save your old man," Tristan said simply, his face unreadable. His connection with Davin was mostly business. Normally, he wouldn't interfere this directly. But with Davin's life hanging by a thread, he had no choice but to step in.

At Tristan's words, Stan's eyes lit up. "Thank you, Mr. Pearson. You are so kind..."

Tristan's lips curved in a faint smile. "Don't thank me. Thank her."

He tilted his chin toward Eliana.

Stan followed his gaze, and when his eyes landed on Eliana, his face froze in shock. "She..."

"She's the renowned doctor from Eighvale," Tristan announced calmly.

Stan's eyes widened in disbelief. "What? She is-"

"That's right," Tristan cut him off, his tone edged with steel. "So-are you still going to stop her from saving your father?"

Stan's fists clenched at his sides. For several tense seconds, he hesitated. Then he drew in a deep breath and nodded. "I tust your judgment."

Leyla paled. She hurried forward to protest, but Tristan's cold, piercing gaze pinned her in pace.

"Dad..." Jonny tried again, his voice thick with disapproval. "We don't even know who this woman really is.How can we-"

"Shut up!" Stan barked, silencing him.

Tristan had vouched for Eliana, leaving Stan no room to argue. Even if she were a complete novice, he had to agree.

If anything went wrong, Tristan would bear the responsibility. They had nothing to lose.

Besides, Stan knew Tristan. He wasn't the type of man to gamble recklessly. If he vouched for Eliana, then he was certain she could save Davin.

"Have you decided?" Tristan asked, his tone edged with impatience. "Yes," Stan said quickly. "We'll trust you."

"Good." Tristan gave a curt nod, then turned to Moran. "Mr. Hewitt, thank you."

Moran waved a hand, his tone firm. "It's nothing, just doing my job. Having such a legendary doctor perform surgery here is an honor for our hospital."

He held out an official document, granting Eliana the title of Visiting Specialist at the hospital.

With this, she could step into the operating room freely, saving lives whenever she wished.

Armed with the director's endorsement letter, the attending doctor no longer dared to stop Eliana.Straightening respectfully, he gestured toward the operating room.

"Lead the way," Eliana said crisply.

Just before entering, she turned to Tristan and gave him a small nod.

Tristan's lips curved into a faint smile-steady, reassuring.

For reasons she couldn't name, it eased the tension in her chest.

Then, with a dull thud, the operating room doors swung shut, sealing her from view.

The Gordons thanked Tristan over and over before urging him to sit.

He accepted with a quiet grace, lowering himself onto the waiting bench.

Leyla's lips curved faintly. The sight of Eliana disappearing into surgery filled her with twisted relief.

She was certain Eliana couldn't possibly save Davin.

Her presence inside would only spell disaster. Davin was as good as dead. The thought settled her nerves.She decided to take her leave then.

The longer she lingered, the more likely Eliana would start questioning her presence. Better to leave before suspicion arose. It was the end for Davin anyway.

Leyla turned to go, moving quietly down the corridor. "Miss Murray, are you leaving?" Jonny's voice rang out behind her.

Her body stiffened. Slowly, she turned. Jonny's curious gaze was on her... but it was Tristan's icy stare beyond him that sent a chill stabbing straight through her chest.

Her heart lurched violently. She internally cursed Jonny for his meddling.