With the current situation, Dylan had no choice but to grit his teeth and endure it for now. He planned to catch Rosalie in a mistake and expose her directly.
Quinton also sensed from Rosalie’s tone and demeanor that she didn’t seem to be lying. After all, she described the symptoms accurately without needing Glenn’s input, and they matched what Glenn had been feeling.
Since Rosalie seemed so knowledgeable, Quinton figured he might as well ask if she had a treatment plan before deciding anything.
With this in mind, Quinton turned to Rosalie and spoke coldly. “Since you’ve diagnosed the issue, I suppose you also have a treatment plan, don’t you?”
Glenn was just as curious at this moment. He couldn’t help but look at Rosalie, eager to hear her treatment plan.
Seeing Quinton, who had been quietly watching, suddenly turn to her, Rosalie knew he was starting to believe her, but not entirely. She calmly said, “I do have a treatment, but it’s quite unique. Someone with authority needs to decide.”
Rosalie was getting straight to the point: she needed to know who was in charge. She wasn’t about to spill the beans on her treatment plan unless she knew who had the final say. After all, there was no point in telling someone who couldn’t make a decision.
Rosalie’s words made Glenn’s gaze steady. “Girl, since I got in touch with your teacher, I trust her judgment and medical skills. You’re the student she sent, which means she has faith in your abilities. So I’m buying what you’re selling.
“While I’ve still got my wits about me, I’m ready to sign off on your treatment plan.”
“Grandpa.” Quinton’s brows knitted instantly, his expression clouding over with worry. Glenn was top–notch in every way, but now that he was getting on in years, he was starting to make impulsive decisions.
Glenn raised his hand to quiet Quinton. He then turned to Rosalie. “Let’s get this show on the road. Why don’t you lay out your treatment plan for us now?”
Hearing Glenn’s thumbs up, Rosalie finally spoke with a sigh of relief. “Sir, you’ve got a blockage in your brain’s blood vessels. If we don’t clear it out soon, you’ll be headed for the hospital in a matter of days. So my plan is to unclog those vessels first.”
Dylan, who was standing by, butted in when he heard Rosalie’s treatment plan, “If the goal is to clear out blood vessels, I’d recommend going with modern medicine. It’s known for its fast results.”
Dylan suggested, “Mr. Glenn Bronson, Mr. Quinton Bronson, I think you should let me take the first shot at treating Glenn, If it doesn’t pan out, then we can let this young doctor take over. If it works, there’s no need to go any further.”
Even though Dylan was softer on Rosalie, he still wasn’t about to let himself be shown up by a young girl.
Dylan envisioned that if he could be the one to help Glenn with his tricky illness first, it would not only boost his standing with Glenn, but all the credit for today’s success would be his. He’d also have a solid reason to put Rosalie in her place.
Quinton noticed that Dylan was really gung–ho about treating Glenn. After all, Dylan was his own doctor and had been Glenn’s attending physician for years. Compared to the unfamiliar Rosalie, Dylan definitely knew Glenn’s condition best.
After giving it some thought, Quinton turned to Glenn and said, “Grandpa, Dylan has been your attending physician all along and knows your condition like the back of his hand. Why don’t we let him take the first shot?”
Glenn actually wanted Rosalie to treat him, but Quinton suggested giving Dylan another chance. A conflicted expression appeared on Glenn’s face.
Rosalie saw Glenn was caught in the middle, feeling uneasy, and noticed how eager Dylan was to show off in front of Glenn, with Quinton backing him.
Since they still seemed doubtful of her abilities, she figured she might as well let Dylan have the spotlight for now. Eventually, she believed, once he faced reality, he would have no choice but to admit it.
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As everyone quietly waited, Glenn suddenly spoke up. “Why do I feel a bit dizzy, nauseous, and kind of weak on this side of my body?”
Upon hearing Glenn’s words, Quinton quickly stepped forward and asked with concern, “Grandpa, what’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?”
Glenn gave a weak nod.
Quinton immediately turned to Dylan and required, “Take a look at what’s going on with Grandpa!”
Dylan quickly began examining Glenn. Just as he was doing so, Glenn’s condition suddenly worsened, and his body began to convulse uncontrollably.
Seeing the situation, Rosalie stepped forward and pulled the IV out from Glenn’s hand. She had initially thought Dylan wouldn’t be so reckless with his medication, But it turned out he was hasty and administered strong drugs. It seemed that bylan’s chance to prove himself ended here.
Quinton saw Rosalie pull out the IV and asked, “What are you doing?”
Rosalie replied, “He is having a medical episode. If you want him to stay alive, don’t delay my treatment!”
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