Chapter 11 The Scene of Seeing Him Again
"Just ask whatever you wanna ask already. You're staring at me so much it's making me nervous."
Emily hopped into Sophia's car, and they took off.
During the ride, Sophia kept glancing at Emily, like she had something to say but couldn't bring herself to do it.
Emily finally had enough and broke the silence.
Sophia had a million questions swirling in her head.
"What kind of medicine? It's not that miracle stuff my grandpa and everyone else are raving about, the one that's supposed to make you young again, is it? Do you really have it? So, the rumor was that Mr. Williams was saved by some genius doctor, was that you?"
Everyone knew John had a close call and was saved by a top-notch doctor.
Sophia couldn't picture Emily as that genius doctor.
In her mind, a brilliant doctor wore a white coat and looked super professional.
Emily smirked, her confidence shining through, "Why do you think you got to be John's student?"
Sophia's view of Emily shifted in that moment.
There was admiration, gratitude, and a mix of emotions she couldn't quite pin down.
"How can you be so nice? I even thought about using you to deal with Bianca back then." She felt a bit guilty.
Emily appreciated Sophia's honesty, and her smile grew, "I know."
Sophia felt a wave of relief. Since Emily knew and still chose to help her, it must be true friendship.
It seemed Emily genuinely liked her.
Sophia was good at moving on and not dwelling on internal conflicts.
She switched topics, "How did you come up with using a silver needle to scare Bianca? I swear, I saw her finger twitch. If you had really gone through with it, she might not have been able to keep up the act."
Sophia felt a bit regretful.
Emily sneered, "Keep going? She wishes! After all, I can actually treat her!"
Sophia was stunned. She knew Emily was skilled, but Bianca's illness had been around for twenty years, and many famous doctors had tried to help.
Doctors can't treat themselves, and in her past life, Emily had poured all her energy into helping the Johnson Group, researching new medicines, and treating the Johnson family, neglecting her own health.
As for Bianca, before her illness truly relapsed, she had been faking it, always keeping Emily at a distance, so Emily couldn't help her condition in advance.
Maybe it was Bianca's own doing.
People should avoid bad omens, but she loved to pretend to be sick, always talking about her poor health. How could she possibly be well?
"Then, how did you know she would faint and have a silver needle ready?" Sophia continued to ask.
Emily frowned.
'So many questions.'
Although she had helped Sophia, their relationship wasn't close enough for her to answer so many questions.
Sophia, however, filled in the blanks herself and suddenly remembered the painting, "That painting wasn't really done by Bianca, was it? Who's the real artist?"
Emily was speechless.
She remained silent, not responding.
Sophia assumed the artist didn't want to be known. Although she felt a bit disappointed that she couldn't meet the artist, as the painting was truly impressive and she wanted to admire it, she respected the artist's choice.
She felt that she and Emily were friends now, close friends.
She couldn't help but worry for Emily, "The Johnson family is blind. You shouldn't go back. After what happened today, you'll probably be bullied if you do. I have an empty villa; why don't you stay there for now?"
She even thought that with Bianca's personality, having suffered such a big loss, she definitely wouldn't let Emily off the hook.
Otherwise, how could the rumors about Emily bullying Bianca have spread?
It was clearly Bianca using the Johnson family to bully Emily.
She voiced her thoughts.
Emily knew Bianca wouldn't let it go.
But now, she wasn't the same insecure person who only knew how to please and never fought back.
Sophia's words reminded her that she needed a more private and spacious environment to research new medicines.
In her past life, she had given all her research to the Johnson Group.
In this life, she wanted to start her own business and have more control.
However, after buying that old house, she had invested all her remaining money into new medicine production and didn't have much left to buy a new house.
She was planning to make do with the old house for now, then sell some software she programmed later to consider buying a new house.
Unexpectedly, business came knocking on her door.
Emily's phone rang for the first time, and seeing it was an unknown number, she hung up directly.
Later, as she was getting out of the car to head home, she received a call from Aaron Hill, a friend she met while picking up trash, who was now the head of her new medicine project.
"What's up?"
Emily was worried there might be an issue with the new medicine production and asked urgently.
"Emily, there's a business deal. Are you interested? The price is really high, so I wanted to ask you."
Aaron hadn't planned to take the deal for Emily.
He knew she was busy researching new medicine lately.
But the price was so high that he couldn't help but be tempted on her behalf.
Emily's eyes lit up, her voice becoming cheerful, "What kind of deal? Tell me more."
"A patient has a strange illness that flares up once a month. This time, it flared up after just half a month. Somehow, they found out a bit about our new medicine's formula, and it seems to help their condition. They guessed I know a doctor like you. The offer is one million dollars, which is really high!"
Of course, Aaron hadn't agreed immediately.
The higher the price, the wealthier the client.
And the more difficult the illness.
"Don't worry, I also said, first, you can remain anonymous; second, there's no guarantee of a cure, but half the payment is still required; third, the decision to treat is yours."
Aaron had considered everything for Emily.
"You really get me. Okay, let's check out the patient's condition first. Set up a time."
Emily was very satisfied with Aaron's approach, showing he genuinely cared for her.
Aaron agreed immediately.
The other party was eager and scheduled the earliest possible time for treatment.
When Emily saw the patient, she was momentarily stunned.
She had imagined meeting him again, perhaps in a scenario where she needed his help.
But she hadn't expected it to be like this.
And so soon.
What surprised her was that Daniel, who had looked pale from blood loss last time, now looked even worse, his face devoid of vitality.
His sharply defined face had become gaunt in just a few days.
The woody scent on him was stronger, but it wasn't as pure as before, now mixed with a cheap perfume smell.
Because of this, Emily's expression changed slightly, her eyes becoming sharp.
"Doctor, can you treat him?"
The man next to Daniel, Charles Green, had a roguish face that was now full of seriousness.
Although he couldn't see Emily's face, her change in demeanor and sharp gaze made him nervous, and he spoke up quickly.
Emily shook her head.
"Aren't you a doctor? How can you say you can't treat him? What kind of doctor are you?"
Seeing Emily shake her head, Charles thought there was no hope and angrily reached out to grab Emily's clothes to question her.
He even suspected she was a scammer.
Covering her face and hiding her identity, he was desperate and grasping at straws.
The next moment, Emily had a silver needle in her hand and jabbed it into his hand.
He cried out in pain, his hand dropping limply, completely powerless.
Emily spoke coldly, "If you try to touch me again, it won't be just your hand. I haven't finished speaking. Why are you in such a hurry?"
As she spoke, she diagnosed Daniel and confirmed her suspicion, "He's not sick, he's poisoned!"