Chapter 129: You Look Like Someone

When Amanda Vance arrived at the hospital, she was immediately pulled into the inpatient ward. The patients’ families wanted to thank her, and they also hoped she could check on the patients’ recovery.

Their conditions had been critical, and they were worried about postoperative complications. The equipment in the ward allowed for real-time monitoring, making it easier to develop a treatment plan quickly if needed.

However, given her performance the other day, the patients had absolute trust in her. Even if their attending physician had already told them the same thing, hearing it from her mouth somehow made it more believable.

Amanda Vance couldn’t help but smile when she heard this. The attending physician was standing right there, and it was a credit to his graciousness that he wasn’t offended. A pettier person would have surely held a grudge against her.

She shook her head and smiled. "Western and Traditional Chinese Medicine each have their merits. Dr. Hale is also an excellent physician. You’re all recovering very well, which proves his skill. You can put your complete trust in him."

Dr. Hale was this patient’s attending physician. He had a kind face and was always smiling, giving him a very approachable air.

Hearing this, he smiled and said, "It’s no problem. Dr. Vance is truly remarkable. If it weren’t for you the other day, who knows what the outcome would have been. I have great admiration for Dr. Vance as well."

His gaze was sincere; he was speaking from the heart.

Amanda Vance smiled and exchanged a few thoughts with Dr. Hale. Their opinions were much the same, which finally put the patient and their family at ease.

After reassuring them, Amanda Vance went to the next room, where Charlie King was staying. He was young and had a lower tolerance for pain, and his injuries from the car accident were severe. On the other hand, children also recover quickly. His bandages were still on, but his eyes were darting about, full of youthful energy.

For some reason, seeing him made her think of Colt. When she saw him that day, he had been the same way—clearly lethargic, but with a mischievous glint in his eyes that made you want to smile.

Seeing her, Paddy’s Mother’s eyes lit up, and she immediately hurried over. "Dr. Vance, you’re here!" she said, pulling out a chair. "Please, have a seat."

Amanda Vance shook her head. "I’m just here on my rounds to check on the boy’s condition."

"Of course, of course. Thank you for taking the trouble."

"It’s my pleasure."

After examining him, she determined his injuries were still quite severe and would require a long period of recuperation. She explained to his parents that it would take some time, and that they needed to be mentally prepared and not get anxious, as that could affect their son’s emotions.

Paddy’s Mother took note of every word, nodding repeatedly. She looked incredibly attentive, and a little tense.

"There’s no need to be so nervous," Amanda Vance reassured her. "Just make sure he doesn’t move around too much. If the wound itches, don’t let him scratch it—that means it’s healing. Keep his diet light. Dr. Hale should have already gone over all this with you. Just follow his instructions. The most important thing is to make sure the boy doesn’t move around."

Then she turned to Paddy. "Hey there, little guy. Don’t move around, okay? Just bear with it for a little while, and you’ll be able to play again once you’re all better. Otherwise, if the wound opens up, it’s going to hurt all over again."

Paddy had had more than enough pain, so he nodded immediately at her words.

His head wasn’t injured, so he could still move it. His eyes were fixed on her.

Noticing his strange expression, Amanda Vance asked, "Is something wrong?"

"You look a lot like someone."

She didn’t expect him to say that. She paused for a moment, not thinking much of it, and asked casually, "Oh really? Who do I look like?"

"Felix Ford!"

"Who?" Amanda Vance was taken aback. She’d thought he was going to name a celebrity or someone like that; she never expected him to say his name.

’Do I look like Colt?’

She couldn’t help but touch her face. Though she knew of the boy, she’d never actually seen him, so she had no idea if they resembled each other.

"Yeah." Paddy stared at her for another moment, then a look of confusion crossed his face. Actually, maybe not. Dr. Vance was so gentle. How could she be like Felix Ford, who was a troublemaker and ignored everyone?

Alright, he had been wrong before to lead the other kids in ostracizing him. He wouldn’t do it again—partly for the sake of his parents’ discipline, and partly because Felix looked like Dr. Vance.

"Oh, Felix Ford." Paddy’s mother remembered him, too. There was that time the school had called the parents. At the thought, she looked a little embarrassed, then glanced at Amanda Vance again. "You know, there is a bit of a resemblance."

Especially the eyes. It wasn’t just the shape, but the feeling they gave off. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but it was a look that suggested they weren’t bothered by anything, always unhurried. Just looking at her was enough to make a person feel calm.

Yes, that was it.

Amanda Vance was amused by their comments but didn’t think much of it. After all, who hadn’t been told they looked like someone else before?

After she finished explaining the precautions, it was about time to leave, so Amanda Vance said her goodbyes. The morning clinic was always the busiest; she was often too busy to even take a sip of water. It wasn’t until the afternoon that things eased up a bit.

Amanda Vance took a sip of water and was checking a patient’s pulse, just about to speak, when a sudden clamor erupted outside.

"Where’s Amanda Vance?! Amanda Vance, get the hell out here! I’ll skin you alive, you little bitch! How dare you screw me over..."

The voice carried in, spewing a torrent of foul curses.

Her expression darkened instantly. Amanda Vance took out her phone, dialed a number, and a moment later heard a shriek from outside.

"What are you doing?! Let go of me! I want to see Amanda Vance—"

As the voice faded into the distance, Amanda Vance’s expression returned to its usual calm, and she resumed the consultation.

The patient glanced at her, looking as if they wanted to say something, but held their tongue upon seeing her unruffled demeanor.

’That troublemaker must be one of Dr. Vance’s enemies,’ the patient thought. ’There were people trying to maliciously slander her before. Those people have no conscience. How could they bear to smear such a good doctor? They really need to be taught a lesson.’

’Dr. Vance did the right thing. Just have security drag him out. There’s nothing to say to people like that; you can’t reason with them.’

Amanda Vance thought the same. She had recognized the person’s voice, which was precisely why she couldn’t be bothered to deal with him.

Besides, it was inappropriate to handle personal matters during work hours.

After writing a prescription for her last patient, Amanda Vance stretched, grabbed her bag, and headed out.

Her last patient had required acupuncture, so she was leaving a bit late. The sky gets dark early these days, and by the time she got out, it was already growing dim. The parking garage was more than half empty.

With her hands in her pockets, Amanda Vance ambled toward her car. She glanced behind her out of the corner of her eye, the corner of her mouth curling into a cold smirk, an icy glint in her eyes.

A shadow fell over her, accompanied by a cold gust of wind. Amanda Vance spun around and threw a knife-hand strike, but it was blocked. Seeing who it was, a flash of surprise crossed her eyes. "President Ford?"

’It isn’t Holly Vance?’

Her gaze swept downward, and she saw a person collapsed unceremoniously on the ground. She walked closer and realized they were unconscious.

She nudged the person’s shoulder with the tip of her shoe, then glanced sideways at Samuel Ford. "Your doing, President Ford?"

"Mm," Samuel Ford replied, rubbing his wrist as he glanced at her hand. Her strike had been incredibly fast and fierce; if he hadn’t reacted quickly, it would have connected.

But her skills were impressive. She was clearly no ordinary person.

As he thought this, Samuel Ford found himself looking at her with a new, appraising gaze.