Chapter 76

The moment Luna White stepped out of the ward, Fiona Turner's eyes lit up.

At first glance, the girl seemed unremarkable—delicate features overshadowed by her tanned skin and slender frame. Yet this seemingly ordinary young woman had miraculously saved her brother's life.

Appearances truly could be deceiving.

Fiona rushed forward in three quick strides, grabbing Luna's hand with the familiarity of an old friend.

"Dr. White! We've been waiting for you! The old man was nearly frantic—your skills are nothing short of miraculous!" Without waiting for a response, she tugged Luna toward the dining area. "You must be starving after working all morning. Let's talk over lunch!"

Five military medical specialists exchanged anxious glances. They'd waited half the day to consult this prodigious healer—they couldn't let her slip away now.

"Dr. White!" The lead expert blocked their path. "We're from the Provincial Military Hospital. We'd appreciate your insights on Nathaniel's case—it could advance medical—"

He flushed mid-sentence. Asking someone to reveal their trade secrets was beyond audacious.

Luna regarded them with calm, transparent eyes—no arrogance, no unease. Her gaze seemed to pierce through pretense, and the five specialists found themselves lowering their heads, swallowing their prepared speeches.

Fiona clicked her tongue in admiration. This girl was formidable—a single look had silenced seasoned experts.

"Later, later! Food first!" Fiona linked arms with Luna. "Everything else can wait until we've eaten!"

The dining room fell silent as every occupant rose in unison. All eyes locked onto Luna.

"Dr. White, please sit here!" Helen Turner beckoned warmly, seating Luna between herself and Andrew Smith. She clasped Luna's hands, studying her with the fervor of someone examining a priceless artifact.

"Dr. White, we can't possibly thank you enough..."

Nathaniel observed the legendary healer with curiosity. He remained unaware how close he'd come to death—or that his savior would be this unassuming young woman.

Andrew smoothly intervened: "Aunt Helen, let's eat first."

"Right, right!" The Turner sisters raised their glasses in unison. "Our family toasts Dr. White—to our lifesaver!"

Luna hesitated at the shot glass of liquor before her. Still recovering her strength, alcohol was ill-advised.

A large, well-defined hand suddenly replaced her glass with a teacup.

"She can't drink." Andrew downed the liquor in one practiced motion. "I'll toast on her behalf."

Grace teased, "Andrew, you've been holding out on us! When are you bringing your fiancée home to meet the family?"

"Just finalizing the marriage paperwork." Andrew's expression didn't flicker. "We planned to announce after everything was settled."

Luna's pulse jumped. Marriage paperwork? He was serious?

Richard Adams couldn't stay seated. He stood with his glass, shamefaced. "Dr. White, I owe you an apology for my earlier behavior. This one's on me—please be magnanimous..."

He drained his glass, stomach churning. Offending a miracle worker like this—what if his elderly parents fell ill later?

The thought filled him with bitter regret.