Chapter 7 Huxley In Action

• Several feet away, at the corner of the corridor, Huxley observed Rexanne with a complex array of emotions playing across his features. Her appearance spoke volumes of the struggles she had endured over the past five years. Her once-resplendent beauty now faded, replaced by an air of weariness that bespoke a life far removed from the opulence of Rivervale.
• With her fragile complexion, she resembled more a woman of the countryside than the dignified daughter of the esteemed Fairchild family. She couldn't even afford to pay one million. How has she fallen so far? What had transpired in the past five years to bring her to this point? And how does she have a daughter?
• While Huxley harbored a deep-seated animosity towards Rexanne, witnessing her current plight stirred within him a sense of empathy. He had been a victim of that fateful incident, but now he couldn't help but view Rexanne as a victim in her own right.
• As he observed Rexanne's desperate attempts to secure help via phone calls, only to be met with rejection, her eventual collapse into despair and tears moved Huxley's heart. He couldn't stand idly by any longer. He was determined to assist Rexanne's daughter, but he chose not to confront the woman directly at that moment.
• Instead, he approached her quietly from behind, swiftly rendering her unconscious. Gently lifting her, he carried her to a nearby bench. With a final glance of concern, he entered the operating room. He was resolved to offer aid where it was most needed.
• In the tense atmosphere of the operating room, Dr. Roerig presided alongside two specialist professors and two medical staff, all poised for action.
• "If we delay action any further, this child's chances of survival diminish rapidly," urged one of the elderly professors, his round face betraying his anxiety.
• "I share your desire to save her, but I have reservations," Dr. Roerig admitted disapprovingly. "Mr. Harris instructed that unless Rexanne settles the medical expenses valued at one million, we're bound by protocol not to proceed with the treatment."
• "Is Harris Fairchild devoid of all compassion? This child is related to him!" the elderly professor erupted, his anger palpable as his face flushed with indignation, his breath quickening.
• Dr. Roerig remained steadfast. "This is an internal matter within the Fairchild family and has nothing to do with us."
• "Dr. Laffan, I refuse to stand idly by any longer. I'm resolved to save this child. If you have reservations, you're welcome to remain on the sidelines," declared the resolute, round-faced elderly man before initiating medical care. Witnessing this, Dr. Laffan, the other elderly professor, hesitated momentarily before joining his colleague in his effort to save the girl.
• "You old fools, halt this instant! Aren't you afraid of incurring Mr. Harris's wrath?" Dr. Roerig's voice rang out in fury. Ignoring Dr. Roerig's outburst, the elderly men remained focused on their mission to save the girl.
• "D*mn it! If you two insist on courting disaster, don't drag me down with you!" Dr. Roerig seethed with anger, rushing forward to intervene in the unfolding situation.
• "Try and cross me." As the operating room door swung open, Huxley entered with a solemn expression. Dr. Roerig's gaze subconsciously snapped to him, recognizing him instantly. "It's you!" he exclaimed, initially taken aback before his expression darkened with anger. "You insolent brat! This is no place for you. Leave at once!"
• The round-faced elderly man and the others halted their efforts, turning their attention to Huxley's entrance.
• "You…" Before Dr. Roerig could say anything else, Huxley swiftly seized his neck, effortlessly tossing him against the wall and rendering him unconscious. The others in the room watched in astonishment at the display of strength. Dr. Roerig, weighing at least one hundred and fifty pounds, had been effortlessly thrown several feet with just one hand. At that moment, Huxley left an indelible impression upon them all—this was no ordinary individual.
• Approaching the operating table, Huxley found himself startled by the sight that met his eyes. A small girl lay on the table. How can it be her? The revelation that Rexanne's daughter was the very child he had previously tended to at the accident scene caught him off guard.
• Observing the young girl, perhaps four or five years old, a startling notion unfurled in Huxley's mind. Could she be my own daughter? Her age matched the timeframe of his relations with Rexanne. It felt like too uncanny a coincidence to dismiss.
• The round-faced elderly man was the first to regain his composure and directed his attention to Huxley. "Young man, we appreciate your assistance with that pest, but this is an operating theater. Kindly vacate the premises."
• Upon hearing it, Huxley pushed aside his reservations temporarily and questioned the two elderly men, "Who took out the Bane Buxus from the girl? Didn't that useless fool tell you that they should only be removed post-surgery?"
• "What?" The elderly man's round face wrinkled in surprise as he replied with wrinkled brows, "Nobody informed us. Is Bane Buxus truly that vital?"
• "Clearly!" Huxley snapped icily, "Your oversight in removing the Bane Buxus led to excessive bleeding! It seems your medical expertise is lacking. Step aside and permit me to save this girl without further interruption!"
• "You..." The elder man bristled, on the brink of losing his temper, but a glance from Dr. Laffan at his side quelled him. "The girl's condition is critical. Let him try!"
• "But..."
• "Dr. Moesch, we're on the cusp of retirement. Do you want to stain your legacy before retiring?" Dr. Laffan said pointedly.
• "I..." Dr. Moesch, the round-faced elderly man, was momentarily silenced, his expression souring. He understood Dr. Laffan's implication. The girl's situation was dire, her survival hanging by a thread. If they failed to save her and she passed away, they would have to take responsibility. Then, their reputations would take a significant hit. Allowing Huxley to step in, regardless of the outcome, offered them a chance to be absolved of responsibility. In other words, Huxley could take the blame for them.
• "Are my eyes playing tricks on me?" The two other medical staff members suddenly exclaimed. "The bleeding has stopped!"
• Dr. Moesch and Dr. Laffan looked at the operating table subconsciously. Sure enough, the bleeding had stopped! "This... this is a holistic medical technique!" Dr. Moesch's gaze lingered on the Bane Buxus adorning the girl's form, disbelief coloring his expression. The mere presence of Bane Buxus had seamlessly resolved the perplexing issue. He wouldn't have believed it without witnessing it firsthand.
• "Wow!" Dr. Laffan inhaled sharply, his tone tinged with self-deprecation. "I underestimated him greatly today! Looks can indeed be deceiving; this young man harbors a hidden mastery of holistic medicine! Holistic medicine truly embodies the spirit of our nation—it's truly remarkable! What once required expensive imported medications has been remedied with just Bane Buxus!"
• The two medical staff members gazed at Huxley with admiration. He was young yet possessed such remarkable talent and attractiveness. He could easily be a medical prodigy.
• Subsequently, the four of them lapsed into silence, their attention riveted on Huxley's rescue efforts. After thirty minutes of intense exertion, Huxley successfully pulled the girl back from the brink of death. However, he appeared utterly drained. His complexion was pallid, and his clothes soaked with sweat. Thankfully, he had mastered rejuvenation—the third step of Nueve Bane Buxus—prior to his release from prison. Otherwise, the girl would have faced dire peril.
• "Don't reveal my part in this; take full credit for the rescue," Huxley stated coolly, casting a dispassionate glance at them. "As for the girl's medical bills, don't approach Rexanne for reimbursement. Find a way to deal with it! If you handle it, I'll turn a blind eye to your earlier attempt to pin the blame on me. But if not, get ready to be utterly discredited."
• With that, Huxley departed the operating theater, leaving the four individuals in a state of confusion. Saving someone without seeking acknowledgment and letting us take credit? Was such an altruistic figure truly conceivable in this world?