My Substitute CEO Bride romance Capítulo 515

As soon as this idea arose, she chuckled at herself.

How could a young man in his 20s possibly be her grandfather’s grandmaster?

“Oh lord, my child…”

At this moment, the young man on the hospital bed began to cough up blood violently.

His clothes were stained red, and his limbs started to convulse.

The middle-aged woman hugged the young man and cried bitterly.

Mireille approached, gently opened the young man’s eyes, and saw that his pupils were dilated. It was a sign that his life was fading fast.

She sighed softly. “He’s not going to make it... You should prepare yourselves for the worst.”

“No... My son, you can’t die!”

The middle-aged woman was crying so hard that she almost passed out.

Friends and family were also heartbroken as they wiped away their tears.

People waiting in line nearby could not help but express their sympathy.

“This kid is so young... What a pity!”

“That’s right. It’s such a shame. After raising him for so long, his parents must be heartbroken!”

“If only Miracle Doctor Tanner were here, he could definitely save this child!”

“Life can be so cruel!”

Hearing the comments from others, the child’s father looked around while at a loss. He felt like the world in front of him had lost its color.

Nash crossed his arms and smiled faintly. “I really don't understand you people. I said I could treat him, but you don't believe me. It seems like you’d rather watch him die than give this slim chance a try!”

At this critical moment, should they not be willing to try anything, even if it seemed like a long shot?

What if a medical miracle occurred?

Without any self-conceit, Nash believed that his intervention would be nothing short of a miracle.

Mireille hesitated as she looked at the patient’s family and asked, “What if... we let him try?”

Her grandfather often taught her not to judge people by their appearances.

“That's not necessarily true!”

Mireille’s beautiful eyes stared fixedly at Nash’s precise hand movements on the patient’s trigger points. She whispered softly, “Every one of his actions is accurately pressing his trigger points, and his movements are extremely skilled. I doubt even my father could do this.”

From Nash’s technique, she concluded that this man was far from an amateur.

However, the patient had an intracranial hemorrhage, right?

What was the point of him doing this?

In the next moment, Mireille widened her beautiful eyes and exclaimed, “The patient fell from a height, and not only did his head suffer injuries, but his internal organs are also damaged!”

Then, lowering her head in embarrassment, she murmured, “I... I actually didn’t think of that!”

Despite being the granddaughter of Jonford’s miracle doctor, she had overlooked this basic medical knowledge.

“That’s because the patient’s families were so emotionally distraught earlier that you didn’t have a chance to think... Don’t be too hard on yourself.”

Larry softly comforted her, reaching out to put his arm around Mireille’s shoulder.

Just as he was about to touch Mireille, Nash suddenly spoke up, “Do you have needles for dry-needling?”