After her rebirth

Wesley was hustling along, juggling a bunch of gift boxes. Who was sick?

Hearing someone call his name, Wesley stopped and looked around, spotting Katniss in a white coat.

Katniss quickly walked over, eyeing the gift boxes in Wesley's hands. They were all pricey nutritional supplements and top-notch fruits.

"Is someone sick?" Katniss asked.

Wesley hadn't expected to bump into Katniss at the hospital. He gave a wry smile, "It's Saskia's mother-in-law. She's in this hospital, so I came to visit during my lunch break." Saskia's mother-in-law?

Katniss's eyes lit up, and she immediately smiled sweetly. "Then I'll go with you to visit her."

Wesley had no objections. As they walked, he curiously asked, "What are you doing here? And in a doctor's coat?"

"I'm here with my mentor for a free clinic." Katniss took some of the fruits from Wesley and then remembered something, "Wesley, didn't you say you weren't feeling well last time? Did you get a check-up?"

With so many bills to pay, Wesley couldn't bear to spend the money. He shook his head honestly, "I'm getting old, and it's normal to have some ailments. A bit of rest will do, there's no need for a hospital check-up."

Katniss pretended to be angry, "You must be mindful of your health. You need to catch small illnesses early, or they'll turn into big ones that can't be treated. My mentor is a doctor here, and as his student, I get a discount. It won't cost much." "I'll pay for it and accompany you for the check-up," she insisted.

"You're just a kid, how can I spend your money?" Wesley frowned, clearly disapproving.

Katniss chuckled, "You said I was grown up last time. Besides, my husband is wealthy now, so I have money. If I don't spend it, should I let him spend it on other women? I'm happy to help out, you don't need to worry about the money." Wesley was taken aback and sighed inwardly. In the blink of an eye, Katniss had grown up and gotten married.

Seeing Katniss dressed well and looking healthy, it seemed Maximilian was treating her well.

He felt relieved, "Alright, you win! I'll let you help."

With Wesley's agreement, Katniss felt a bit more at ease.

In her previous life, she hadn't cared enough about Wesley's family. By the time she found out Wesley had cancer, it was too late, he was in the terminal stage.

So she didn't know when Wesley's illness had actually started.

As she followed Wesley upstairs, Katniss pondered how to convince him to get a check-up every six months.

This time, she wouldn't let Wesley die early.

Soon, they reached the fourth floor of the inpatient department, room 405.

Katniss, familiar with the hospital from previous visits, easily found the room.

It was a four-person room. As soon as she entered, Katniss saw Saskia bustling around.

Saskia's hair was simply tied up, with some strands messily falling down. Her face was pale, clearly from overwork.

Lying on the innermost bed was Ellen, looking to be in her fifties or sixties, with graying hair and high cheekbones. Her eyes looked sharp and unkind, not easy to get along with.

"Didn't you see my cup is empty?" Ellen shouted. "This is so hot, are you trying to burn me? I knew it, you can't wait for me to die now that I'm sick."

Saskia took a deep breath, forcing a smile, and tried to explain, "Mom, I didn't mean that. Kieran and I both hope you get better soon."

"Sure, so you don't have to take care of me anymore, right?" Ellen shot a cold glance at Saskia, getting more annoyed. "I don't know why Kieran picked you. You can't do anything, always relying on Kieran. You can't even take care of a patient." Holding the kettle, Saskia felt bitterness spreading from her chest, tears slowly rolling down.

Ellen sneered, "Why are you crying again? I haven't died yet!"

Seeing this, Katniss's anger flared up. With cold eyes, she strode in, her lips curling into a cold smile. "Ellen, you're wrong. Saskia was a top student, even better than Kieran, a well-known talent."

She continued, "Saskia gave up a high-paying job, earning $200,000 a year, to take care of you. How much does Kieran make now? Does he earn $500,000?"

Startled by the sudden intrusion, Ellen glared at Katniss, not recognizing her.

Saskia softly called, "Katniss."

So it was Saskia's cousin, Katniss.

"$500,000? What a big mouth you have, bragging at such a young age." Ellen rolled her eyes.

Such bold claims, talking about hundreds of thousands of dollars as if it were easy to come by.

Kieran was a manager, earning a high salary, but even he made only about $100,000 a year. How could Saskia, a woman, be more capable than Kieran?

Katniss took the kettle from Saskia, placing it on the communal table by the wall.

At the door, Wesley, holding the gifts, suppressed his anger and adjusted his expression before stepping in.

Wesley glanced at Saskia, then turned to Ellen, his mouth dry. "Ellen, Kieran told me you weren't well, so I came to see you. Here are some fruits and supplements for you."

Ellen glanced at the items dismissively and then arrogantly ordered Saskia, "What are you standing there for, like a block of wood? Your father brought things, and you don't even take them." Knowing Wesley's financial situation, she doubted he could afford anything good.

Saskia bit her lip, her face pale, eyes red as she walked to Wesley, her voice hoarse. "Dad, just give them to me."

Hearing Saskia's hoarse voice, Wesley couldn't hold back any longer. His face darkened as he pulled Saskia out of the room. "Come with me."

Ellen immediately sat up, shouting sharply, "Wesley, who are you giving that attitude to?"

Katniss quickly stepped in, blocking Ellen's view.

Katniss sneered, "Not for long."

"What do you mean?" Ellen frowned.

With a light laugh, Katniss pulled a chair over and sat down, grabbing Ellen's wrist, her eyes coldly staring at her.

"What are you doing?" Ellen was stunned for a moment, then struggled to break free from Katniss's grip.

But no matter how she tried, she couldn't shake off Katniss's hand.

"You're not sick, are you? Faking medical records to scam money?" Katniss's eyes were calm as she casually let go.

Ellen's eyes widened, avoiding Katniss's gaze. "Of course I'm sick. Why else would I be in the hospital? You're talking nonsense."

Katniss chuckled, her eyes wild yet calm. "There are many renowned doctors here today for the free clinic. Since you're Saskia's mother-in-law, I should take it seriously. How about I arrange a joint consultation for you?" "Oh, by the way, let me introduce myself. I'm a medical student, Katniss Manners. Brent Jenkins is my mentor, the nationally recognized academician who's been on TV and in the papers, Professor Jenkins," she added.