She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor-Chapter 182 - 182 How to Prove You Are Cynthia

Chapter 182: Chapter 182: How to Prove You Are Cynthia Chapter 182 -182: How to Prove You Are Cynthia “Why did you assault Dr. Cynthia?”

Who is Cynthia?

She is akin to a legendary figure, having saved countless lives with her exceptional skills. She never puts on airs and fights to save every patient until the very last moment. Her hands, holding the scalpel, never falter during surgery.

Cynthia has a multitude of supporters, and now that she was attacked without cause, they naturally would not let Hope Williams get away with it.

“Yeah, that’s too much. How could you just hit someone like that?”

“Who are you? You’re really too arrogant. Do you know who she is? She’s Cynthia, the Saintly Healer who tops the list in the medical field at such a young age. How dare you attack her—we won’t let you off.”

“Dr. Cynthia, rest assured, we will avenge you.”

Ellie Field cried even louder, “Miss, I don’t know what I did to offend you but you suddenly lashed out at me, and my face really hurts.”

“Apologize, you must apologize, or we will each slap you in return.”

“That’s right, you must give it back.”

“Let’s see who dares!” Wyatt Lewis said in a cold, angry voice.

Seeing Wyatt Lewis step forward to speak, the momentum of many people weakened somewhat.

Who didn’t recognize the second young master of the Lewis Family, Wyatt Lewis!

“What’s going on here?” A gentle and refined voice sounded, and Vivia Fuller came over in a black ladies’ suit, holding a designer bag, her presence commanding.

“Oh? Dr. Cynthia, what happened to you? Who hit your face?” Vivia Fuller asked ostensibly surprised, tugging at Ellie Field.

“I don’t know why but this miss just went crazy and attacked me,” Ellie Field said weakly.

Vivia Fuller looked at Hope Williams standing beside her with a complex expression, her features cold.

“Miss Williams, what are you doing? Don’t you know that Dr. Cynthia came back to operate on Grandpa Lewis? How could you hit Dr. Cynthia? If you injure Dr. Cynthia and delay Grandpa Lewis’s surgery, won’t you be harming him? How could you do that?”

Vivia Fuller was filled with righteous indignation.

“That’s right, Sister Hope, you went too far. Quickly apologize to Dr. Cynthia and beg her forgiveness, otherwise, if Grandpa Lewis’s condition is indeed delayed, can you bear the responsibility?”

Mia Fuller seemed to catch an opportunity to harshly criticize Hope Williams, her voice rising.

Ellie Field cried even more inconsolably, as if intending to cry out all her tears.

The three women took turns attacking Hope Williams as if they wanted to drown her in their spit.

After a moment, Hope Williams, who had not yet spoken, let out a cold chuckle, “You say you’re Cynthia?”

Ellie Field lifted her chin, “I am Cynthia.”

“How do you prove it?”

“I am me, I need no proof,” she said arrogantly, only making Hope Williams laugh.

“Okay, remember what you said today.”

Ellie Field’s endless guilt caused a moment of chaos on her face, but then she straightened her lips. With everyone taking her side, she obviously could not just let Hope Williams off the hook, “You’re questioning my identity?”

“Am I questioning? I am declaring that you are not Cynthia!”

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The surroundings suddenly erupted with intense shock.

Someone had directly challenged the identity of Cynthia.

“Miss Field appears to be in her early twenties, right? Cynthia’s first public surgery was in the late part of five years ago—heart transplant surgery. That means Miss Field had the capacity at the age of 15 to perform heart transplantation, an operation normally completed by department heads.”

It is commonly known that heart transplant surgery is the most difficult and has the highest failure rate among all heart surgeries,

At fifteen, she was still a child, an age to be in middle school.

Even with the highest of qualifications, it’s impossible that she could have completed such a level of surgery at that age.

Not to mention, being the lead surgeon for a heart transplant at fifteen, handling a heart that still beats in one’s palm—her mental resilience must be extremely strong.

Whispers arose, and Ellie Field immediately felt questioning glances cast her way.

“I…”

Hope Williams curved her lips, drawing a light breath, “Why don’t you explain?”

Ellie Field’s face turned ugly as she cried, “You hit me, and I didn’t even hold you accountable, yet what more do you want? Now you’re slandering me by saying I’m not Cynthia? What have you got against me? Why are you being so aggressive? Fine, since you want proof, I’ll give it to you.”

Ellie Field rummaged through her handbag with a fierce determination and quickly pulled out a piece of paper, unfolding it to reveal a recommendation letter.

She displayed the recommendation letter to the onlookers, “Before returning to my country, I was the department head at the General Hospital of Country Y, and this is a recommendation letter from Director Delacey of that hospital, with her personal signature and the hospital’s official stamp.”

Vivia Fuller took it and examined it closely, nodding, “Indeed, it bears the stamp of the General Hospital of Country Y.”

“Do you doubt my identity, even with Director Delacey’s signature and the hospital’s stamp?” Ellie Field spoke with a voice filled with grievance.

The crowd fell into a complex entanglement.

Fifteen years old, that possibility seemed too small.

But who was Director Delacey? The head of the General Hospital of Country Y, a figure of great authority; her personal signature and stamp couldn’t possibly be forgeries.

“Dr. Cynthia, I believe in you. You are Cynthia. Director Delacey’s signature and stamp can’t be faked. We have all seen your skills, I trust you,” Vivia Fuller stood firmly behind Ellie Field.

Vivia Fuller was too clever not to have doubts.

She didn’t believe in Ellie Field; she simply did not want Hope Williams to win.

With one person speaking out, others around began to let go of their doubts, voicing their support.

“Yes, we also choose to believe. Dr. Cynthia, we have never questioned you.”

“Indeed, Dr. Cynthia, we all believe in you.”

Ellie Field’s complex gaze shifted towards Hope Williams, bringing everyone’s attention with her.

Hope Williams snorted, “You certainly came well-prepared.”

She had even stolen the recommendation letter not taken from her room.

Ellie Field tilted her chin up, full of pride, “You still don’t believe it?”

“Identity can be assumed, recommendation letters can be stolen, right? If you want people to believe in you, prove it with your abilities,” Hope Williams said, calm and indifferent.

“Dr. Cynthia, we believe in you. Since someone doubts you, then use your skills to shut them up.”

“Yes, Dr. Cynthia, rest assured, we all believe in you. Since she doesn’t trust you, use your abilities to emphatically prove her wrong.”

The people immediately said indignantly.

Hope Williams was unruffled.

“Dr. Cynthia, you must have quite a few surgeries lined up, right? Then conduct them publicly, let us all witness it, we will wait and see,” Hope Williams smiled.

Hope Williams was right, to convince everyone, perform the surgeries publicly. Everyone knew Cynthia’s surgeries were unparalleled, the most direct way to prove she was Cynthia, and all nodded in agreement.

“How about it, don’t you dare?”

“I am Cynthia, why wouldn’t I dare?” Ellie Field agreed reluctantly, as with so many people watching, she couldn’t say no to Hope Williams.

And this was exactly what Hope Williams intended.

“Dr. Cynthia? What are you all doing here? Hope Williams, Wyatt Lewis, what is going on?” Alitzel Williams had been waiting at home for some time and, anxious that Cynthia might be poached by another family, had hurried over only to see the scene before her.

Alitzel Williams blinked in surprise, and Mia Fuller approached to explain, “Aunt Lewis, there’s been a misunderstanding. Miss Williams doubted Dr. Cynthia’s authenticity and even hit her.”

Alitzel Williams felt her forehead tremble with anger at the words.

Mia Fuller curled her lips, “Miss Williams, regardless, I would still advise you to apologize to Dr. Cynthia, after all, you did hit her.”

“Hope Williams, apologize,” Alitzel Williams listened, her head throbbing with anger.