Once Bitten, Twice Shy

Chapter 76: Her Savior

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Fearing that she might be mistaken, Samantha immediately pressed the pause button and had another closer look.

The man was wearing a simple dress shirt and trousers. There were large-framed glasses on his face and his temperament was very gentle.

It really was him! His name was Dr. Alan Sherwood, a doctor she had met abroad.

She did not recognize him right away because he was always dressed in a white coat.

It would never have occurred to her that a small-time emergency department doctor would be invited to participate in a medical conference of such magnitude.

Samantha pursed her lips slightly and a gleam of light appeared in the depths of her eyes.

Although she had no idea who that little saint was, that unexpected turn of events was probably a sign of God’s help to her!

Since Dr. Sherwood attended that meeting, he must surely know who the little saint was. On account of his kind heart and their previous friendship, she should be able to inquire more about the little saint from him!

Samantha brushed off her haziness from earlier as the corners of her lips curled into a little smile.

That Dr. Sherwood really was her savior, both in the past and the present.

The medical conference lasted for several hours. Samantha had arrived early in the morning without even eating any breakfast or drinking a sip of water. She packed up her video camera and other equipment, went out to the cafe opposite the hotel. After having a simple sandwich along with a cup of coffee to freshen herself up, she returned right away and kept watch.

The key to success was not to be negligent or leave anything to luck.

After returning, she set up the camera again and continued to watch the replay while waiting for the meeting to end.

After a few hours, there was finally some movement at the elevator entrance.

The meeting seemed to be over!

Samantha quickly put the video camera away in her backpack, then stretched her hands and feet. As soon as the good doctor appeared, she was ready to rush forward to him.

Since she had changed her cell phone and phone number after returning to the country, she had lost his contact number and could not call him directly.

As the elevator floor numbers went down, Samantha’s attention was wholly directed to the elevator door.

A ding soon sounded and the elevator door opened for all the doctors to walk out.

Alan was quite easy to recognize. He was relatively young, tall, and handsome, making him stand out among a group of older doctors.

The moment he walked out of the elevator, Samantha spotted him at a glance among the crowd and called out to him, “Dr. Sherwood.”

She called out to him while walking toward him.

Before she could approach him, a large group of people suddenly rushed over from the hotel lobby. It included men, women, and children, all of whom were shouting loudly, “Little St. John, where are you? I’m begging you. Please show some mercy and help me…”

Perhaps all of them also had sick family members at home or were ill themselves. They also came there to wait after hearing the news that the little saint was participating in a medical conference.

They shouted in such a heartbroken manner and drowned out Samantha’s voice. There were simply too many people around. Everyone rushed toward the group of doctors and surrounded them. Samantha was trapped among them and there was no chance for her to get close to Dr. Sherwood.

The situation in front of her was equivalent to a bunch of girls chasing after their idols.

The scene soon became extremely chaotic. The group of people seeking medical treatment was overly anxious—all of them were red-eyed and screaming like madmen for the little saint. The doctors had nowhere else to go and could not move an inch.

The hotel security hurried over and held hands to cordon off the people and make a path for the doctors to exit the hotel.

A bus had been sent over to wait at the entrance. The doctors could directly board the bus when they came out, thereby preventing themselves from being harassed again.

Samantha, being a petite and flexible woman, tried her best to approach Alan and called out to him as loudly as possible.

The voices there were just too raucous and her voice always ended up drowning under everyone else’s voice. Alan did not seem to have heard it either because he did not look at her.

The security guards protected the doctors as they went out, but everyone was unwilling to give up and continued to follow them out. Samantha could only follow the crowd and approach Alan little by little when she finally walked out.

It was inevitable that Samantha would be squeezed from left and right in the crowded room. Her bag was snagged numerous times and she lost count of how many times her foot was stepped on. Nevertheless, she did not seem to feel any pain and continued to approach with her clear target in mind.

Alan seemed to have sensed something—perhaps because her gaze was too penetrating or her intentions too strong—and turned his face to one side, looking directly toward her.

Samantha’s eyes widened suddenly. She raised her hand and waved as hard as she could while shouting, “Dr. Sherwood, Dr. Sherwood...”

“Ah— Mommy—” A child’s fearful cry rang suddenly in her ear.

Samantha subconsciously followed the voice and looked over. A girl who was around six years old was squeezed by the crowd and could not get up after falling to the ground.

No one had noticed her yet and the crowd was still running toward the doctor. People were pushing against each other and the little girl looked set to be trampled on by everyone.

Samantha frowned tightly. She hesitated for a second, but eventually gave in to her instinct. She used her hands to push the person in front of her and immediately rushed toward the little girl.

She hugged the little girl firmly in her embrace, covering her head with one hand and shielding her body with the other.

Her back was trampled on by the crowd and she grunted several times. Even so, she gritted her teeth, endured the pain, and forced herself to stand up. She took each step with difficulty as she moved out of the crowd.

When she reached a place with no one around, she finally let go of the little girl. Samantha ignored her own injuries completely and looked at the little girl, asking, “Hey there, little girl. Are you hurt?”

The little girl was probably frightened and there was a look of confusion on her face. Her mind seemed to have gone blank for a couple of seconds before she opened her mouth and cried out, “No. Thank you, Miss.”

“Fifi!” An anxious shout was heard and a woman immediately dashed forward to hug the little girl. “Thank God you’re okay. I was scared to death.”

She was relieved to see that her little girl was alright and immediately thanked Samantha. “Thank you for saving my daughter. How’s your injury? Would you like to go to the hospital and have it checked?”

“No, I have something else to deal with. I’m leaving!” Samantha did not have any time to further the conversation and hurriedly chased after the crowd.

By the time she ran out, all the doctors had already boarded the bus. The doors were closed shut, the engine was switched on, and the bus drove away into the traffic.

Samantha was unwilling to just give up like that. She clenched her fists and chased the bus.

However, the trampling she suffered earlier had inflicted injuries on her hands, feet, and body. Her movement was not as seamless as before. She could keep up and run for a short distance, but her knees gave way in the end and turned limp, causing her to collapse on the ground.

She thought about getting up again but could only get up halfway. She ended up falling on her knees and grazing them.

Samantha watched as the bus gradually drove off and disappeared from her sight.. When she was finally no longer able to see it anymore, her nose felt sour and an endless despair filled her heart.