When they finally arrived at the nearest hospital, the doctor examined Ember and delivered the grim news with a heavy expression.
He told Atlas that Ember’s foot injury was extremely severe, and the only solution was amputation to remove the necrotic tissue. If the infected and festering wound was left untreated, there was a high risk that she could lose her entire leg.
Moreover, the severe starvation she endured had caused significant damage to her digestive system. The doctor explained that a full recovery might take at least 10 to 20 years.
Atlas froze at the words, as if he was struck by a heavy blow. It took him a long moment to recover, and his fury erupted when he did. He kicked over a chair with a loud crash.
“How is that possible? It’s just a minor injury! How could it lead to amputation? You’re nothing but a quack—don’t you dare spout nonsense!”
Kaylee quickly stepped in to calm him down.
“Atlas, don’t get upset. It’s probably because the doctors in small towns like this aren’t skilled enough. Once we take her back to the capital, there will definitely be a way to fix this!
“My brother is a top-tier surgical specialist. Let him take a look first, okay? If that doesn’t work, we can even find international experts.”
Though he was still tense, Atlas began to rein in his anger. Nonetheless, traces of agitation remained in his eyes.
“Right. You’re right. Let’s have your brother take a look first,” he muttered while clenching his fists anxiously. “We’ll find the best doctor—there has to be a way to heal her.”
They then rushed Ember back to the capital without delay. The doctor who examined Ember there was Spencer Langford, Kaylee’s brother and the best trauma specialist at the city hospital.
After reviewing Ember’s injuries, Spencer spoke to Atlas with an air of nonchalance.
“It’s nothing serious. Ember’s injury is just a superficial wound. It’ll heal as long as she rests for a while.
“As for the internal damage? Absolute nonsense. She’s just a little malnourished, that’s all.
“If you ask me, this is probably one of Ember’s usual tricks. She’s still trying to gain your sympathy.”
Atlas couldn’t shake his doubt. He glanced back at Ember, and the image of her horrifying wound was burned into his memory.
Was it really not as serious as it looked?
