Oops! My Secret Baby Is Caught By His Top-Lawyer Daddy! Novel

---- Chapter 80: The Past In just a couple of minutes, the boy's face darkened even more, and his limbs jerked violently. Acrowd gathered, but nobody dared to step forward. People whispered nervously: "Where's the ambulance? Why is it taking so long?" "That kid doesn't look like he's gonna make it." "His face is almost black. This is bad. Really bad." The orphanage director had no choice but to turn to Clara. "Mrs. Devereaux, can you take a look? Whatever happens, thank you for trying. This is urgent." Clara didn't hesitate. "Director, no need to thank me.

I was already trying to figure something out. If I can help, I will!" She crouched down next to the boy, feeling his face-it burned like fire, but his hands and feet were ice cold. She quickly instructed, "Tell everyone to step back and keep the air flowing. And find Andy-she's with me, and my bag is with her." Andy and Leo were right behind Clara; after all, the big ---- boss had made it clear: no wandering off. Andy rushed over the moment she heard her name, handing Clara the bag. Clara pulled out her acupuncture needles.

She asked the orphanage's young doctor to help hold the boy steady, then started expertly inserting needles at precise spots. Her expression was calm but focused, every move confident and sure-like a seasoned doc decades older. The whole crowd went silent, not daring to make a sound. Within twenty minutes, the boy's face slowly returned to normal. His limbs stopped twitching, and he started to regain clarity. Ten minutes later, aside from looking paler than usual, he seemed almost back to normal. The young doctor crouched nearby, beaming. "How do you feel, kid?

Any pain?" Though still weak, the boy replied clearly, "Doctor, I feel fine now." The crowd was amazed. The director gripped Clara's hands, overwhelmed. ---- "Mrs. Devereaux, I can't thank you enough! Without you, I don't know what would've happened." Clara smiled softly. "No thanks needed. I'm a doctor. If there's a way to help, I'm going to help. That's my job." The ambulance arrived just then, and Clara told the director, "Let's get him to the hospital for a thorough check." Someone asked, curious, "Isn't he already better?" Clara said, "That was emergency care.

A hospital checkup is safer." The director quickly arranged for the boy to be loaded onto the ambulance. People were still buzzing about the dramatic scene, all praising Mrs. Devereaux's amazing skills and kind heart. Slowly, the crowd thinned. Linsey, biting her lip in frustration, thought, What the heck? She can actually treat that? Leaning close to the director, Clara whispered, "Director, please make sure no videos or photos of this get out. Can you help keep it private?" The director admired her-sharp, clear-headed, humble, no ego. Rare these days.