Chapter 227

Luna White had just finished clearing the dishes when urgent knocking echoed at the door.

"Who could it be at this hour?" She glanced out the window, where two shadowy figures stood amidst the swirling snow.

Andrew Smith took the dishcloth from her hands. "I'll get it."

As the door opened, a gust of icy wind swept in, carrying snowflakes. Outside stood two well-dressed men—one elderly with an air of authority, the other young and refined behind gold-rimmed glasses.

"Is Dr. White home?" the younger man asked urgently.

Luna peered out from behind Andrew. "That's me. Who are—"

"Dr. White!" The young man seized her hand, his voice trembling. "It's Nathaniel Smith! You saved my life!"

Recognition flickered in Luna's eyes—the memory of a dying young man resurfaced. Before she could respond, Andrew ushered them inside with a warm smile. "Nathaniel, come in out of the cold."

A driver followed, unloading gift boxes that soon crowded the table. Luna frowned. "Mr. Smith, this is—"

"Please don't misunderstand," Nathaniel interjected. "This is Minister Jiang. We're here to ask for your help."

Minister Jiang stepped forward and bowed deeply. "Dr. White, my father is critically ill. We beg you to save him."

Luna's pulse quickened. She studied the minister's face—his eyes brimmed with desperation.

"Minister Jiang, I'm just an ordinary doctor—"

"Dr. White!" His voice cracked. "He's in the ICU. The hospitals... they say..." He choked on the words.

Nathaniel finished softly, "His condition resembles mine when you treated me. We have nowhere else to turn."

Luna looked to Andrew, who gave a slight nod. She drew a steadying breath. "Where's the patient?"

"Capital City," Minister Jiang said hastily. "A private jet stands ready."

Her gaze shifted to the storm raging outside, then to the mountain of gifts. Something told her this wouldn't be simple.

"I need to prepare." Turning toward the bedroom, her fingers tightened around the hem of her shirt.