Chapter 3 Are You Pregnant
Sloane's POV
"Got it."
Lila put on her white coat and was about to leave when I stopped her.
"If I'm not mistaken, that patient should have atrial fibrillation with acute heart failure. Lanatoside C can be used, but the dosage should be halved, combined with a low dose of diuretics, and monitor electrolytes." I whispered in her ear.
Lila's eyes widened in amazement: "You could tell all that from just one glance?"
Then she gripped my hand and nodded vigorously: "Thank you, Sloane. I'll remember that."
With that, Lila followed the medical staff.
The patient's condition looked really bad, so I was worried and followed along too.
Several doctors had already gathered outside the emergency room, all looking grave and arguing endlessly.
"The patient is 86 years old - too old! We can't use most medications!"
"No medication? What about when the heart failure gets worse? What if the patient goes into shock?"
"Have you considered the risk of liver damage? Who's responsible if the patient's kidneys fail?"
I saw Lila had already pushed her way in and was talking with a senior attending physician with graying hair.
The argument inside seemed to reach a conclusion. Lila said something to the senior doctor, whose furrowed brow gradually relaxed, and then he nodded heavily.
Twenty minutes later, the emergency room doors opened again.
Lila grabbed my hand excitedly: "Sloane, you're amazing! The patient is too old, her liver and kidney functions are poor, and all the doctors were afraid to prescribe anything. I told them your method, and the patient has passed the critical stage."
I turned to see the elderly woman breathing steadily now, her complexion looking more rosy.
She was wheeled to a VIP room for observation. When I went to check on her, she suddenly reached out her hand to me.
I hesitated for a moment, then held her hand.
"Thank you, child."
Her expression was kind, her voice gentle: "I just heard from Dr. Lila that you saved me."
"It's nothing. Please rest well," I said softly.
Just then, hurried footsteps echoed from the end of the hallway.
I looked up and saw Jared rushing anxiously to the bedside: "Grandma, are you okay?"
Then his eyes moved to my face, looking somewhat surprised: "What are you doing here?"
Grandma?
I looked at the old woman in confusion.
Could she be Jared's grandmother who had been living in the countryside all this time?
I'd heard Jared mention before that his grandmother had built the family fortune from scratch alongside his grandfather—old Mr. Montclair—so she held a very high position in the Montclair family.
After Mr. Montclair passed away, Mrs. Montclair lost interest in company affairs and moved to the countryside alone to live a quiet, carefree life.
Mrs. Montclair gripped my hand tightly and said to Jared: "Jared, this kind young lady saved me."
"Grandma, she is..." Jared paused: "Sloane."
"Sloane..."
Grandma repeated the name, then her eyes suddenly lit up as she looked at me excitedly: "You're my granddaughter-in-law?"
"Good, very good." A smile spread across her face: "Jared marrying such a young and beautiful wife is a blessing for our Montclair family."
Jared's expression stiffened, his lips pressed into a thin line.
He took a deep breath and crouched by Grandma's bed: "Grandma, you just woke up, don't get too excited. Keira's back in the country these days, I'll have her come visit you."
"Visit me? What's there to see."
Mrs. Montclair's face darkened at the mention of Keira's name: "When our Montclair family was in financial trouble, she was the first one to run away. Why are you still associating with such an ungrateful woman!"
She then turned and grabbed my hand again, beaming: "Come here, dear. Let Grandma get a good look at you."
I was pulled to sit by the bed, my eyes glancing toward Jared.
"Grandma, why did you suddenly come to the city? You should have told me ahead of time so I could pick you up." Jared tried to change the subject.
"Pick me up what for, I can come by myself." Mrs. Montclair huffed: "If I didn't want to see what kind of wife you married, I wouldn't have bothered with the trip."
"I'm sorry, I didn't think it through." Jared said quietly.
"I'll talk to you about your business later!"
Mrs. Montclair glared at him, then turned to me with a smile: "Dear, are you a doctor? Those doctors just said you prescribed the medication so accurately, even the chief physician praised you."
"I'm not a doctor. I just studied a bit of medicine."
"You've hardly practiced and you're this talented?" Mrs. Montclair grinned widely. "You're too humble, dear!"
I smiled and changed the subject: "Grandma, although your condition has stabilized, it's best to stay in the hospital for observation overnight. I have some things to do, I'll come see you tomorrow."
Mrs. Montclair looked a bit disappointed, but agreed: "Alright then. But Sloane, you have to come early tomorrow so we can have a good talk."
I nodded, then turned and left.
As soon as I walked out of the room, Jared followed.
"Sloane." He called out to me, his tone puzzled: "How come I never knew you understood medicine?"
"Grandma remembered wrong, I wasn't the one who prescribed the medication," I said calmly.
"I thought so..." The doubt in Jared's eyes faded a bit, then he looked me over: "I can see Grandma really likes you. She just recovered, I don't want her to be upset."
My heart sank, understanding that he didn't want Grandma to know about our divorce.
"Don't worry, I won't mention the divorce in front of Grandma. But we'll still go ahead with the original plan—we'll go through with the paperwork when the cooling-off period ends."
Jared's brow furrowed: "Are you really that eager to divorce me?"
"Jared, you're the one who's eager."
I looked at him, my expression flat: "Keira's back, don't you need to give her an answer?"
Jared's expression froze, complex emotions swirling in his deep eyes.
"Sloane, I think after these three years we're at least not enemies."
I nodded and said softly: "Of course not. Just two strangers who lived under the same roof for three years because of a deal. Now the deal is over, we should both go back to where we belong."
His lips moved as if to say something, but was interrupted by a sudden voice.
"Sloane! You forgot your medicine!"
Lila ran over breathlessly, holding a small bag.
Seeing Jared, she froze for a moment, then stuffed the medicine into my hands.
"Folic acid, remember to take it on time. And you're not alone anymore, take care of yourself, don't overwork."
She looked at Jared with some disdain: "I really don't get it, how could Sloane marry a man like you."
After Lila left, Jared's eyes fell on the medicine bag: "Are you sick?"
"No, just regular vitamins."
I quickly put the medicine in my bag and turned to leave.
"Wait." Jared blocked me again, the doubt in his eyes deepening: "Folic acid is usually for pregnant women, right?"
My heart lurched, my heartbeat racing.
"Say something!" His gaze dropped to my abdomen, his brow furrowing slightly, his voice low: "Are you pregnant?"