The Killer Queen

Noella was taken aback, her brows furrowing slightly. “Marriage? Doesn’t the family have other daughters?”

“Miss Elara sald she’s not a daughter of the Schnabel family, not worthy to take your engagement spot. The lord said the marriage is yours, and no one can snatch it away!”

Wren was grinning from ear to ear after receiving a call, chatting respectfully with the other party for a bit before hanging up and turning to Noella.

“Miss, before the lord wants you to swing by to see him before you go home. You know his health isn’t great, and he’s been missing you for many years.”

Noella didn’t mind and nodded. “Sure, but the gift I’ve prepared for Grandpa hasn’t arrived yet. Wouldn’t it be improper to show up empty–handed?”

Wren quickly waved his hands. “The fact that you’re willing to visit is already a big deal. The lord doesn’t care much for those things.”

Marcel Schnabel had lived for so long, what good things hadn’t he seen?

What Wren was really worried about was Noella refusing to go.

The fact that she had thought to prepare a gift for the lord was already impressive.

Considering the Lambert family’s poor state, living in that tiny villa, Wren didn’t expect Noella to come up with anything too fancy. But with Noella saying so, showing balance and politeness, yet neither servile nor overbearing, Wren’s impression of her improved a lot.

That demeanor, truly fitting for the Schnabel family’s Miss!

“The lord is recuperating in a hospital on the outskirts of Imperial City. I’ll take you there now.”

Half an hour later, the helicopter turned into a regular sedan, smoothly entering Imperial West Hospital.

Wren handed Noella a piece of paper with a room number on it.

“Miss, the lord doesn’t like too many people around. I’ll go wash the car, so could you please go up on your own? I’ll wait for you here!”

Marcel had a foul temper, which had grown even more eccentric since falling ill.

Wren looked apologetically at Noella.

Taking the paper, Noella nodded faintly. “Okay.”

Just as she reached the third floor, a bunch of wild kids knocked over a nurse’s cart, sending it barreling towards Noella!

“Watch out!” The nurses cried out in alarm.

“Oh no.

that cart has the medicine for bed number three. If it spills, we’re done for…”

Noella was about to dodge when she overheard the nurses‘ conversation.

Bed number three? Wasn’t that Marcel’s bed number?

The cart was out of control, speeding towards Noella.

In the midst of the chaos, with a swift move of her feet and a gentle nudge of her knee, Noella

steadied the cart.

Not a single drop of medicine was spilled!

The nurses were stunned! That was some slick move!

“Miss, are you okay?”

Noella shook her head, just about to return the cart to the nurses, when suddenly, a plump lady

threw herself at her.

The lady reached out to grab Noella’s arm, but Noella dodged with a speed invisible to the naked eye.

The lady lunged at air, and while Noella was distracted, she grabbed onto her clothes, her voice loud enough for the whole floor to hear.

“Miss, you gotta hear us out! Imperial West Hospital killed someone. Imperial West Hospital won’t own up after killing my son. What can I possibly do? Miss, you gotta help us get justice!”

The lady started bawling, making a scene.

“Imperial West Hospital must compensate for my son! You quacks took his life! You must pay!”

Every patient’s door had onlookers.

The medical staff, used to such sights, hurried over to try to pull Noella away.

The lady shoved the nurse to the ground, wailing, “Oh Lord! Why is my son’s life so hard!”

The nurse, visibly annoyed, frowned and said, “Excuse me, you signed a surgical consent before the operation. The patient died from postoperative care negligence, not because of us. What does that have to do with our hospital?”

The lady’s voice grew even louder, buzzing in Noella’s ears.

“No relation? Are you now saying there’s no relation? My son breathed his last in your hospital! You quacks took his life; you must compensate!”

The lady was a natural loudspeaker, her booming voice wearing everyone down.

After her rant, she took out a prescription, plopped herself on the floor, and continued her wails. “Why doesn’t anyone believe me? My son came to me in a dream, saying it was all your fault!”

The nurse was disgusted but couldn’t just kick her out.

“Stop your nonsense. Just because your son said that in your dream, you think that’s the evidence? Superstitious rubbish! Security, take her away!”

The lady threw herself on the floor, making a scene as if she wouldn’t leave without an explanation from the hospital.

A cool voice sounded above the lady’s head.

“Is this your son’s prescription? There’s a problem with this medication.

The lady’s crying stopped abruptly! She looked up to see Noella, her expression calm as she looked at the prescription in the lady’s hand. Noella’s cool gaze, like water stirring ripples, met

hers.

The lady got all worked up, her voice louder. “I knew someone would see it! Finally, someone’s taking my side! It’s all because of Imperial West Hospital’s Incompetent doctors that my son died!”

This lady came by every couple of weeks, and the whole floor’s medical staff were at their wit’s end dealing with this kind of malicious disturbance.

The doctors were giving Noella hostile glances.

“Miss, you can’t just say anything you like. What makes you think our hospital’s prescription is off?”

“How old are you to be talking nonsense? Can you even understand this prescription? Do you know what the patient’s symptoms were?”

Noella gave her a steady look.

“Licorice can inhibit the synthesis and release of prostaglandins, suppress the activity of 11B– hydroxysteroid dehydrogenase, leading to elevated blood pressure in patients. This is common knowledge. The amount of licorice tablets in this prescription is excessive, causing the patient’s blood pressure to spike and resulting in death.”

Meeting her gaze, the nurse felt overwhelmed. From NôvelDrama.Org.

“You’re just a high school student, talking to me about common knowledge? This was prescribed by a team of experts!”

This brat, thinking she knows medication just from flipping through a few books? If she’s not. taught a lesson, she probably won’t learn respect!

An elderly voice broke through. “Enough, what’s all the commotion?”

The doctors and nurses immediately shut up, turning respectfully towards the old man standing at the door of a ward.

Dressed in a hospital gown and holding a dragon–headed cane, he emanated authority without a hint of anger.

The nurse’s eyes darted around, calculating.

“Marcel, the patient’s family from Room 8 is kicking up a fuss again, and this chick is adamant that there’s something fishy with our meds! The meds for Room 8 were handpicked by Professor Calvin from MediCore University: they’re top–notch in credibility. I’m betting we’ve got a spy in our midst. I say we have security escort her out!”

The old man snorted with authority, his tone laced with command. “Letting spies sneak in? Is security slacking off or what?”

The medical staff were quick on the draw, about to grab Noella’s arm and hustle her out.

o was out of their grasp before they

However, Noella pulled a slick move, a little legwork and could even lay a finger on her clothes.

The lady stepped up, positioning herself in front of Noella.

“Try me. I dare you! Lay a finger on this girl, and I’ll give you a show you won’t forget – I’ll drop dead right here!”

The medical team was heads over heels in trouble now. With the lady causing a scene and this loose– cannon chick stirring up trouble, the whole place was in an uproar.

“Get them outta here, pronto! She’s spouting nonsense here; there’s gotta be something up with them!”

Noella was left speechless. She just pointed out a common–sense mistake with the medication. and these folks were going nuts over it?

Noella’s gaze was steady. “So Calvin’s a big shot? Even he can make rookie mistakes.”

She remembered the name: just last month he was emailing her, trying to get her to join his team. She thought it was a dead–end and gave him the cold shoulder.

Calvin went bananas trying to reach her after she dropped some papers on NEJM, the kind of stuff she wrote up when she had a spare moment.

Noella managed to infuriate all the doctors around her with her comment! Professor Calvin was a big fish in the medical world, a leading authority on cardiovascular diseases, with at Harmonia Country national medal to his name, his word carrying serious weight.

Yet now, some young upstart was throwing shade his way!

“What are you on about? You think you’re in the same league to challenge Professor Calvin?”

Noella’s reply was cool as a cucumber, “I could give Calvin a ring, have him own up to his blunder.”