Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 117

Upstairs, in the quiet sanctuary of the master bedroom—

Lilian eased the door open with a gentle push. The medical devices that had cluttered the room were now gone, leaving the space feeling more peaceful. Jorge stood next to the bed, carefully measuring Mr. Robert’s blood pressure. The elderly man, now sitting upright in his cozy plaid pajamas, looked noticeably healthier—the pallor had faded, replaced by a return of warm color to his cheeks.

As Lilian stepped inside, the doctors present exchanged slightly uneasy glances.

Jorge greeted her with a warm smile. “Lilian, you’ve finally arrived. We just wrapped up the tests, and everything is looking excellent.”

Since witnessing her remarkable expertise, Jorge had developed a profound respect for the young woman. It was astonishing that someone so young could command such skill and confidence in medicine. It reminded him just how vast and endless the journey of learning in this field truly was.

Lilian moved closer to the bedside and felt for Mr. Robert’s pulse with practiced ease. A faint smile played at the corners of her mouth. “His condition is stable. If Mr. Robert sticks to the treatment plan, I’m confident he’ll live long enough to see his great-grandchildren.”

Jorge was about to respond when Mr. Robert interrupted abruptly, his voice rough but firm. “Enough. I know my own body well enough. You all can leave now.”

Jorge nodded with a knowing smile and quietly guided the other doctors out of the room.

Once the door shut behind them, a calm silence settled in.

Lilian met Mr. Robert’s gaze steadily, neither speaking at first. The old man studied her intently, his eyes sharp and assessing.

Finally, he broke the quiet with a mock sternness in his voice. “Hmph. You’re quite an impolite little thing, aren’t you? You didn’t even greet your elder properly.”

Lilian chuckled softly, caught off guard by this unexpected reaction from the formidable Mr. Robert—the legendary figure once feared across battlefields. “With you staring me down like that, I was too intimidated to remember my manners.”

“Such smooth excuses,” Mr. Robert grunted under his breath.

She didn’t argue, only smiled warmly. “Well, you’re the patient now. So whatever you say goes.”

Her composed yet respectful attitude seemed to soften the old man’s demeanor even further.

“You must know who I am,” he said suddenly, his tone sharpening and growing heavier.

Lilian didn’t flinch. She held his gaze firmly. “I do.”

“And you weren’t afraid? That failing to save me might bring you trouble?”

Still smiling gently, Lilian replied, “To me, you were simply a patient. Nothing more. If I had to weigh someone’s identity before deciding to save them, that would betray the very reason I became a doctor.”

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