Back From Prison!

Chapter 10:

He was a wealthy young master why would he come to a chaotic food market like this?

Perhaps he, like many others, came to laugh at the pitiful spectacle of the once prestigious Miss Kyle from the Kyle family.

She was used to it.

"I..."

Just as Jonathan was about to introduce himself to Adela, a commotion broke out at the food stall opposite.

"Mrs. Jones' chronic asthma has flared up again. Call the hospital quickly!"

"Hurry up, Mrs. Jones is having difficulty breathing, and we won't have much time."

"Our market business could be better. If Mrs. Jones dies here, it will get ruined!"

There was a constant buzz of conversation.

Adela left her fish stall and rushed towards Mrs. Jones.

Jonathan followed without hesitation.

"I can't breathe. I'm very uncomfortable..."

"Mrs. Jones, how are you feeling? Hang in there! I'll call the hospital!"

Adela was different from those who stood around avoiding trouble. She immediately supported Mrs. Jones, gasping for breath on the ground, and calmly dialed for an ambulance.

"This old lady has severe chronic asthma, and her condition has deteriorated. This flare-up is severe. If we don't respond promptly, I'm afraid we can't wait for the ambulance to arrive!" Jonathan arrived behind them, observed for a moment, and spoke.

"What good does it do just to say that? We know all this!"

"Indeed."

"Adela, we've already called for an ambulance, don't get too close, or else when the time comes, Mrs. Jones' son will blame this on you. You'll end up in trouble!"

Adela was utterly panicked. Typically Mrs. Jones was very good to her, giving her leftover food, so she ignored the warnings of those around her.

Jonathan could identify Mrs. Jones' condition with just a glance, so she looked up, intending to ask him for help, only to find he had disappeared.

She felt hopeless. Would Mrs. Jones not be able to hold on until the ambulance arrived?

But two minutes later, a voice came from afar: "Make way, make way!"

Jonathan quickly returned from a nearby pharmacy, his hand holding an IV set.

Due to his fast pace, his forehead was dripping with sweat.

The crowd around him didn't understand and began murmuring loudly.

Seeing Jonathan crouching down, Adela watched him warily: "What are you doing?"

"If you don't want Mrs. Jones to die, be quiet!"

Jonathan took a fruit-peeling knife and cut about forty centimeters off the IV tube, slicing one section into a petal shape.

He then opened Mrs. Jones' mouth and put the IV tube inside.

In the meantime, Mrs. Jones' eyebrows tightened. She seemed very uncomfortable.

But this method worked quickly. Her rapid breathing lessened once the IV tube was inserted into Mrs. Jones' trachea.

Having done all this, Jonathan finally exhaled, then explained to Adela: "Earlier, due to the urgency, I was a bit harsh, don't be upset. I performed a simple tracheotomy on Mrs. Jones to make her breathing easier. This way, she can hold on until she reaches the hospital".

After this explanation, everyone understood.

"Amazing!"

"Even the hospital's doctors aren't as good as this guy!"

"Just by inserting an IV tube into Mrs. Jones' throat, her condition has already improved."

Adela blinked: "Are you a doctor?"

"If you need a medical license, I don't have one!"

"Thank you, truly, thank you so much!"

As long as it was effective, Adela didn't care whether he was a doctor.

The ambulance arrived about ten minutes later.

A doctor stepped out and walked over, noticing the IV tube in Mrs. Jones' mouth. He was amazed: "Is this a tracheotomy?"

"Doctor, is there a problem?" Adela, not understanding anything, asked worriedly.

The doctor pulled himself together, observing Mrs. Jones' condition, he said: "No, no, it's just remarkable. Although a tracheotomy isn't complicated, I don't think even our hospital's professors could use an IV set to do it!"

"This old lady is lucky to have encountered a skilled surgeon! I'm afraid things could've been much worse without this IV tube!"

"A...."

Adela gasped in surprise. A skilled surgeon? But didn't that guy say he wasn't a doctor?

"I wonder who was the doctor that performed this emergency procedure?".

The doctor asked further, wondering if he could get acquainted.

"It was that guy. He was incredible! But where did he go?"

"Someone was looking for the man who helped earlier, only to find that he had already disappeared.

"He seems to have left. Mrs. Jones is still in critical condition. Get her in the ambulance now!"

The doctor seemed somewhat regretful. He had planned to make acquaintance with this brilliant surgeon, possibly even to invite him to his hospital.

A highly skilled doctor would boost the reputation of his hospital. Unfortunately, the man had already left.

The ambulance quickly transported Mrs. Jones to the emergency hospital.

The food market gradually quieted down.

As Adela returned to her fish stall, she noticed that Jonathan had already been sitting there, unbeknownst to her, when he arrived.

"You... you..."

"I didn't want to cause a scene earlier, so I hid here." Jonathan said.

Performing a tracheotomy is simple, but to complete one with just an IV tube, probably only three people in Eaglonia could pull it off.

If that doctor spotted him, he would undoubtedly encounter unnecessary trouble.

"That was truly dangerous earlier!"

Adela was still terrified.

Such a kind-hearted girl.

If only Orla could be half as good as her, Jonathan wouldn't have to worry so much.

Jonathan suddenly pulled out a piece of paper: "You seem to have a good relationship with Mrs. Jones, so I've prepared a prescription for her. Her asthma should be cured in at least six months if taken regularly. If she gets plenty of rest, there should be no relapse!"

"Really? Many renowned doctors have diagnosed Mrs. Jones' asthma, who said it could only be managed, not cured!" Adela found it hard to believe.

Jonathan retorted: "Do you think that after I saved Mrs. Jones from the Grim Reaper, I would do anything to harm her?"

That made sense!

Without Jonathan's life-saving actions, Adela would undoubtedly have doubts. But he had demonstrated a medical expertise that even astounded the doctors at the large hospital. If he made such a claim, he must be sure.