One Night Surprise

Chapter 419 I Guess She Resembles Her Father

The kid’s skin was so dark that it formed a strong contrast with the whites of his eyes. Seeing Courtney stretching her arm toward him, the kid thought he was going to get hit, so he subconsciously lifted his hands to shield his head. It was only then did he see from the gaps of his fingers that Courtney was passing the compressed biscuits to him.

As expected, he was startled for quite a while before carefully reaching out to take the biscuits.

Smiling kindly toward him, Courtney pointed at his ankle and then at the cross pendant in front of her chest, signaling that she wanted to help him treat his leg.

However, the kid still did not let down his guard. As if the pain numbed all his pain receptors away, the kid quickly got up and ran away when Courtney was not paying attention.

“I’ve already said that these brats from the refugee camp are all ungrateful rascals. Why do you still bother to care for them?” Chris’ voice emerged from behind.

Courtney did not refute him nor gave him a look of approval but merely lifted her head to look at the sky.

“It’s getting dark soon. Let’s go back to the camp; the director said that there are quite a number of poisonous snakes in the woods.”

“Don’t worry. I have some orpiment; you can take some and apply it on yourself.” Chris wore a concerned look. Thereafter, the two walked side by side back to the camp while chatting.

“The condition here is not very conducive. Those medical staff who have even the slightest connection will not be willing to come here. I haven’t asked you this previously, but I unintentionally read your resume yesterday—why were you sent here since your profession is in child psychology? Did you offend one of the leaders?”

Chris was indirectly trying to get Courtney to tell her story.

Courtney clearly knew that if she admitted it, the next thing Chris would do was definitely to complain about the corrupted health system and ask her to follow him as he would think of a way to send her back to the hospital. Nevertheless, she would not believe these bluffs at all because if Chris really had that ability, he would have sent himself back first.

“Nope.” She denied it and said calmly, “I volunteered to come here.”

“Huh?” Chris was startled. “Why?”

to the community and serve the country. Isn’t that how it is promoted in the

before she came here that Chris Browne, the surgeon at the border’s

rescue team at the

signal. The picture on the lock screen was the family picture shot half a year ago before she left. Tina already looked like a young lady, and her eyes turned into crescent moons when she smiled. Standing beside her was a little girl who was about the height of Tina’s shoulder. The girl looked exactly like

“Are they your daughters?”

forward to glance at the picture and asked with a smile, “Which one of them is your

Courtney lifted her head. “They

tell if you didn’t say so. These two girls don’t look like each other at all. The elder one resembles you; as for the younger one… I guess

eyes turned gloomy at the mention of this

came forth from the outside. The nurse on duty lifted the drape of the tent and yelled, “The

as if it was a reflex response.

were seized by the terror group. One suffers more external wounds but has the symptoms of internal hemorrhage while the other one had a bullet shot into his chest and the bullet is currently stuck at the lower side of his atrium. Both of them need a chest operation. Hazel, you and your team will be in charge of the

selected Courtney and another two surgeon interns to head to the third

the injuries and said, “Dr. Browne, his leg was injured by an explosion, but the wound doesn’t

chest was much more critical than this one, so

and said displeasedly, “How is this not serious? The patient’s condition is clearly critical. If we don’t pay attention and cause the wound to be infected

noticed the

considered performing a meritorious service. Not only would he receive praises, but he might even have a

knows

hour. Throughout the operation, Chris had asked Courtney to help wipe off his sweat numerous times. It was just a minor operation to clean the wounds, and Courtney knew he wasn’t

“Done.”

At that moment, he was still in a coma and just had to get more rest, so Courtney suggested, “Dr. Browne, would you like to go check

I’ll look after the