Forced to Marry the Sickly Billionaire
Chapter 171 What Does It Mean to Ruin One’s Legs

Chapter 171: Chapter 171 What Does It Mean to Ruin One’s Legs

Vincent Carter immediately stepped forward, positioning himself in front of Serena Summers, "Serena’s medical skills are superior to mine. Please trust her."

"It’s not that we don’t trust her, it’s just that..." someone’s face showed difficulty.

The problem was that Serena looked too young.

In their minds, those experts with high medical skills were all elderly seniors.

Moreover, Serena had been silent and had started to administer unknown medication to Actress Tanner, which didn’t seem at all like the action of someone with superior medical skills.

"Do you have any other options now?" Serena’s cool voice suddenly rose, and everyone in the tent lapsed into silence.

Indeed, they seemed to have no other choice.

Serena continued, "Don’t you have filming equipment? If you don’t trust me, you can record the entire treatment process."

Many people exchanged looks, beginning to waver.

After a moment of silence, someone stood up, bit their teeth, and said, "You may treat her, but we need you to sign a written agreement. If anything happens to Claire Tanner or Crystal Harper, you need to take full responsibility for the consequences."

"Fine, I agree." Vincent Carter opened his mouth, wanting to intervene, but before he could speak, Serena had already agreed.

He angrily kicked a mineral water bottle at his feet and sneered, "Serena coming to save us is a favor to us. What is this? Repaying kindness with obligation?"

Serena tugged at her senior brother’s sleeve, "Senior brother, if I can agree to it, then I am confident enough."

She blinked her eyes, giving a playful smile, "Or is it that, senior brother, you don’t trust my medical skills?"

"I naturally trust you, but signing the agreement means taking all the consequences upon yourself! This is not fair to you!"

Vincent Carter was unwilling to watch his own little junior sister suffer such unfair treatment.

He took the initiative to take the agreement and signed his own name, his lips slowly curving into a sarcastic arc, "I will guarantee for Serena. If something goes wrong, I’ll be responsible. But remember, it’s not your right to expect Serena’s treatment; you all owe her a favor."

Confronted by Vincent’s deep and sharp gaze, people shamefully lowered their heads.

After signing the agreement, Serena fed the pill to Claire Tanner.

At this moment, Crystal Harper suddenly woke up.

She looked at Serena blankly, somewhat puzzled and confused.

Reading the bewilderment and surprise in her eyes, Serena soothingly flashed her a comforting smile, "Don’t be afraid, I’m here to treat your leg injury. If you trust me, I can give you some immediate aid, and then arrange for someone to take you to the hospital."

Perhaps it was Serena’s voice, so firm and tender, that inexplicably soothed Crystal’s frantic heart.

She uncharacteristically nodded her head.

Serena chuckled softly, took out a painkiller from her medicine box, and held it to Crystal’s lips, "This is for pain relief, it has no side effects, eat it without worry."

Crystal’s vision was somewhat blurred, but Serena’s voice was so gentle, she unconsciously opened her mouth and swallowed the painkiller.

Without hesitation or doubt.

The pain that had been unbearable in her legs began to ease gradually, and Crystal finally got a moment of respite.

Her eyes brightened, and she let Serena attend to her wound with confidence.

Serena moved gently, lifting the blanket covering Crystal, and her fingers touched her leg.

Her expression turned serious, her cherry blossom-like rosy lips tightly pressed into a straight line.

Vincent Carter crouched beside her, asking, "Serena, how severe is her injury?"

"Crushing fracture of the lower leg, the wound has started to rot. I need to dig out the decaying flesh from the surface of the skin, otherwise, these legs will be useless."

Crystal Harper’s agent rushed in at that moment and heard this sentence.

She felt weak in the knees and almost fell to the ground.

What does it mean that the legs will be useless?

She was fine before, how could she have sustained such a serious injury so suddenly?

The agent bit her lip, hurried into the tent, and looked at Crystal Harper who was in a sorry state, almost spilling tears.

"Crystal, are you okay? Can you talk to me? Please don’t scare me!" The agent had never imagined that in just a few days of not seeing Crystal, she would end up like this.

Before she started managing Crystal, she was just an unknown agent with no outstanding talent under her wing.

Back then, many of her peers looked at her with ridicule and disdain, even belittling her both openly and covertly.

Fortunately, Crystal was ambitious and made a name for herself in the circle with her own strength, and while not tremendously famous, she had amassed a lot of fans.

Naturally, her own standing improved alongside.

To her, Crystal wasn’t just any ordinary artist, they had been through hard times together, more like family.

"Sister Grace, I... I’m fine," Crystal Harper said weakly, trying to offer a reassuring smile, which made Sister Grace feel even worse.

As Sister Grace watched Serena Summers take a knife from the medical kit and aim it at Crystal, her pupils shrank, and on impulse, she stretched her arms out, blocking Crystal, "What are you doing? I warn you, murder is a crime!"

"I am treating her injury, please step aside." Serena’s expression was cold and unaffected by Sister Grace’s intervention, but her brows knitted slightly.

Crystal’s injury was severe, and if not treated in time, it would be too late even if her master arrived.

Sister Grace started to seriously observe the girl in front of her.

With her many years of experience as an agent and sharp eyes, she saw that even without makeup, the girl’s face was stunning.

Even in simple and plain casual wear, her beauty was undeniable.

Her beauty was serene, not aggressive, yet unforgettable after just one glance.

She exuded a transcendent aura, elegant and gentle, like a light breeze.

Sister Grace showed a hint of amazement but remained firmly in front of Crystal, "Miss, this is not the place to fool around. Our Crystal may not be a big name, but she has countless fans. What do you plan to do to our Crystal with that knife in front of all these people?"

"The wound on her leg has started to rot; if it’s not treated promptly, she probably won’t survive until the day she can be taken to the hospital. Are you sure you want to keep delaying?"

Serena knew she looked too young, which made many people disbelieve in her medical skills.

Having said what she needed to say, it was now up to Crystal to trust her or not.

Sister Grace opened her mouth, still not quite trusting Serena’s medical expertise.

Crystal’s leg was too severely injured. How could Serena, a young girl, possibly treat it?

Isn’t this causing more trouble?

At this moment, someone suddenly tugged at the corner of her clothes.