From Sneers to Cheers: Anthea’s Ascent (Anthea )

Chapter 183

"I just knew that girl wouldn't know jack about medical knowledge!"

"What a circus show!"

"How on earth did her parents raise her? Complete disregard for the seriousness of the situation!"

"Poor little girl, looks no more than two years old..."

Amidst the murmuring of the crowd, Sally had lost all semblance of control.

"Benson, you killed my daughter, I swear I'll take you down with me!"

"My baby!"

Although the surrounding passengers had labeled her a murderer, Anthea's face remained unfazed as she continued the gentle pats on the child's back.

Her eyes, shielded by long lashes, betrayed no emotion.

"Ugh--" Suddenly, the child vomited a clot of blood.

The previously still child cried out loudly, now with much more vigor than before.

At the same time, the color began to return to the child's cheeks.

Seeing this, everyone's faces registered shock.

Had they not seen it with their own eyes, who would have believed that such a young girl could possess such skill?

Good heavens! She was nothing short of miraculous.

They had suspected her of potentially harming the child, but not only did she not harm the child, she had saved a precious life!

"My baby! You're alright now!"

"Thank you, young lady, thank you so much!"

The parents were ready to fall to their knees in gratitude to Anthea, as applause like thunder erupted throughout the cabin.

A rush of excitement filled the air.

"It was nothing, really, no need for that," Anthea said, helping the couple to their feet. "If I'm not mistaken, your child was born premature, right?"

Sally nodded eagerly, "You're right, miss. Our little one was a preemie, born at seven and a half months, so she's not as strong as other babies her age."

Anthea advised, "That explains it. It's best to avoid seafood for such young children and be sure to keep her warm."

"Thank you! Thank you so much! What's your name? Where do you live? Once we get to Capital City, we owe you our deepest gratitude!" Sally regretted ever doubting Anthea, fearing she might harm her baby.

Sometimes age doesn't equal strength! The young girl might be small in years, but her capabilities were anything but. Had it not been for her today, the outcome would have been unthinkable. And despite saving their child, she showed no arrogance, maintaining her composure throughout.

She didn't even show anger when she and the other passengers had misunderstood her.

Such character, such temperament, was rare to find, even among adults.

"it’s okay. Ancient healing arts is all about being in the right place at the right time. It's just fortunate I could help," Anthea said, her tone modest.

Benson asked, "Might we know your last name, benefactor? You've saved our child's life, and it would be unbearable for us not to know our savior's name."

"My last name is Yeager," Anthea responded, still in that soft tone.

With those words, she returned to her seat. Benson and Sally, holding their child, watched Anthea's retreating figure, etching her surname into their hearts.

Seeing Anthea return, Sarah was beside herself with excitement, "Ann, you were absolutely incredible just now!"

At first, Sarah had been terrified, thinking Anthea was about to cause a commotion.

But Anthea had turned the situation around completely! She was just so cool!

Anthea arched an eyebrow, "Well, of course. What can I say? Good looks come with the package."

Their exchange was quietly observed by an elderly man with silver hair. He watched Anthea with an appreciative glint in his eyes before heading towards the first-class cabin.

The first-class area, with only four spacious seats, was luxuriously empty.

On the inside seat to the right, another elderly man with pale features rested against the chair.

"Mr. Wright," Corrin called out softly.

Hearing the voice, Kendrick Wright, the old man, slowly opened his eyes, "What is it?"

Corrin spoke in hushed tones, sharing the events that had unfolded in the cabin. All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

He suggested, "Sir, that young lady's medical skills seem quite extraordinary. Perhaps we should invite her over to take a look at you."