Chapter 121
Keen’s face suddenly broke out in a rash, his cheeks flushed, breathing rapid, and his body trembling slightly, as if he were about to faint.
Haynes hurried over to Keen, calling his name a few times.
When Keen didn’t respond, he quickly turned to Rachel, who was frozen beside him. “Call an ambulance, now!”
Rachel snapped out of her daze, her face pale as she frantically dialed the number.
The other diners in the restaurant were startled by Keen’s condition as well.
Someone exclaimed, “Looks like he’s having an allergic reaction. He needs immediate medical attention! If we wait too long, he might not make it until the ambulance arrives!”
Rachel was on the verge of tears, “Haynie, what do we do?”
Haynes frowned, clearly as lost as she was. He wasn’t a doctor and didn’t dare to move Keen. So he raised his voice, “Is there a doctor here? Whoever can save this kid, I’ll give them a million dollars.”
A million dollars? The room buzzed with astonishment.
Most people offering a million-dollar reward would be met with skepticism—but everything about Haynes, from his tailored suit to his commanding presence, screamed that he could back up his words with cash.
With such a reward, someone was bound to step up.
A man in the crowd hesitated before speaking up. “I’ll do it!”
Haynes’ intense gaze landed on him, “Can you really save him?”
The man’s confidence wavered under Haynes’ scrutiny, but the thought of a million dollars bolstered his courage.
“Sir, I’m a doctor.”
As a surgeon rather than a pediatrician, his expertise differed. All doctors know emergency basics, but complex cases demand specialists. Keen’s situation was outside his expertise, but for a million dollars, he was willing to try. He pulled out his ID. “Here’s my identification.”
Haynes relaxed slightly at this.
The man began to assess Keen’s condition, preparing to perform CPR, when a clear female voice rang out. “Stop!”
The man paused, confused.
Stella pushed through the crowd and hurried over. She had just returned from the restroom, only to find a commotion around Haynes and Rachel. A sense of dread filled her as she rushed to see what was happening.
That’s when she saw Keen, unconscious from the allergic reaction. The doctor was about to perform standard CPR.
Stella quickly intervened.
Rachel, seeing Stella objecting, cried out, “Ms. Cameron, Keen is in critical condition! We need to help him right now, or he might not make it until the ambulance arrives. Ms. Cameron, let the doctor help Keen!”
Stella’s voice was firm, “In his current state, CPR could be fatal!” Her gaze was sharp.
“You, doctor, if you don’t know the specifics, don’t attempt random treatments. If something happens to him, can you handle the consequences?”
The man stiffened at the interruption, his eyes hardening with determination. He wasn’t about to let anyone stand between him and that reward. “I’m a professional! I know what I’m doing better than you! Who are you to challenge me?”
Stella, anxious about Keen, had no time for arguments. She pushed past the man to check on Keen herself.
Suddenly, someone caught her arm.
Haynes’ deep, cold voice was right behind her. “Stella, can you please not make things worse?”