The bank card felt surprisingly light in my pocket as I walked out of the hospital. Ten million yuan was more money than most people saw in a lifetime, but after everything that had happened today, it felt almost secondary.
"Ethan," Dean Nash called out as I reached the main entrance. "Wait a moment."
I turned to see him jogging to catch up, slightly out of breath.
"I wanted to speak with you privately," he said, glancing around to ensure we weren't overheard. "What you did in there today - bringing that child back from clinical death - it's going to change everything."
"I just did what needed to be done," I replied simply.
"No, you did something impossible," Dean Nash insisted. "And word is already spreading through the hospital. Every doctor, nurse, and administrator is talking about the miracle worker who saved Mia Cruz."
I could see where this was heading. "What do you want, Dean Nash?"
