Substitute Marriage: Reborn As The Top Big-Shot-Chapter 1045 - 277: Family Portrait, the Capital City is about to change!_7

Chapter 1045: 277: Family Portrait, the Capital City is about to change!_7

Mrs. Thompson was overjoyed!

At that moment, Mary Perryne came hurrying over, "Mom! So, you're here!"

Mrs. Thompson then introduced to everyone, "This is my eldest daughter-in-law! The mother of the reigning champion nationwide!"

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Upon hearing this, people came forward to shake hands with Mary, hoping to bask in some of her festive joy for the Lunar New Year.

Mary also responded with a radiant smile.

On the other side.

Mandel Thompson also arrived at the hospital to pick up Mrs. Thompson.

As he was passing by the inpatient department, he saw a young girl pushing an elderly man in a wheelchair.

The elderly man must have had some sort of operation as there was a catheter bag attached around his waist.

A step was ahead of them and the elderly man, unable to stand, couldn't be pushed over it in his wheelchair. The young girl tried many ways to solve the problem but to no avail, she ended up making a call to her mother, but no one answered on the other end.

Mandel quickened his pace and approached them, "Do you need help?"

His voice was very pleasant.

Like a breath of spring.

Isla Astir glanced up and saw a familiar face. She recognized Mandel Thompson as they recently met, "Mr. Thompson?"

Mandel was a bit surprised as well, "Miss Astir, what a coincidence. Is this your uncle?"

Isla nodded, "No, it's my dad."

Mr. Astir, who was in the wheelchair, was even more astonished.

Looking at this man, he didn't seem like an ordinary person.

How does Isla know such an aristocrat?

Mandel then suggested, "Shall we carry the wheelchair over it?"

"Yes," Isla gave a nod.

With Mandel's help, they easily got the wheelchair over the step.

Isla quickly expressed her gratitude, "Mr. Thompson, thank you!"

"My pleasure," Mandel responded, "In fact, I should be the one thanking you for taking care of my grandma."

After a pause, Mandel asked, "Your father, he's okay right?"

Isla replied, "It's a long-standing ailment. Its condition suddenly worsened recently and requires immediate surgery."

"Have you scheduled a surgery time?" Mandel asked.

Isla shook her head, "The hospital is so busy now. We haven't even been assigned a hospital ward, let alone surgery."

That's what it's like for ordinary people seeking medical treatment.

If you don't know any doctors and don't belong to a wealthy family, getting a hospital bed can often be challenging. Furthermore, Capital City Hospital is among the best in the country, so its wards are typically full.

Since being admitted yesterday, Mr. Astir had been staying in the hospital corridor.

Hearing that, Mandel slightly frowned.

Isla checked the time, "Mr. Thompson, I still have other things to do. I'll leave now."

"Okay."

Mandel nodded slightly, watching Isla's departing figure. He then took out his phone, "Hello, Jocelyn?"

Here, Isla pushed Mr. Astir to the hospital corridor, where she saw her mother, Mrs. Astir, rushing over with a lunch box, "Isla? Are you okay? You called me earlier, but my phone ran out of battery, so I couldn't pick up!"

"It's okay now," said Isla.

Mrs. Astir looked at the crowded corridor, her brow furrowed, "No idea when we'll get a ward!"

It wasn't feasible to keep staying in the corridor.

Hearing this, an elderly person next to her said, "There's quite a wait! We've been in line for a week!"

Mrs. Astir sighed and looked at Isla, "Isla, do you know any of the doctors in the hospital?"

Because of her job, Isla often attends various meetings. So, by extension, Mrs. Astir assumed that Isla should know many people.

"I don't," Isla shook her head, "Mom, be patient. Let's wait a bit longer."

Just then, a nurse hurried over, "Who is Mr. William Astir?"

"It's me!" Mr. Astir raised his hand from his wheelchair.

Isla immediately asked, "What happened?"

The nurse continued, "Someone has arranged a ward for Mr. Astir. Additionally, his surgery can be done tomorrow. Please have your family members prepared."

At the nurse's words, the relatives of the patients sitting in the corridor sprung to their feet, "Why! Why arrange a ward for him! We've been in line for a week!"

"We've been in line for half a month!"

The nurse calmly flipped a page in her folder, "Mr. Astir's family has arranged a VIP ward for him, there are many available. You can also apply for one at the counter."

Upon hearing it was a VIP ward, everyone went silent.

A regular ward costs tens of dollars a day.

A VIP ward is nearly ten thousand dollars per night, in addition to various expenses, it was almost akin to burning money.

Ordinary people would never consider a VIP ward.

Isla frowned slightly, she hadn't been paid for her recent articles and the cash she had on hand was just enough to cover the surgery and hospitalization fees. She wouldn't dare consider this VIP ward!