Chapter 327: Sally Dropped Elena Ward

When Sally dropped Elena Ward, William Cooper, and Emily Reed at the hospital entrance, Elena specifically reminded her, "Bring your mother back for a follow-up in five days. Two more acupuncture sessions should fully restore her health."

Sally nodded repeatedly, her eyes glistening. "Dr. Ward, I promise I'll bring her on time. I'd do anything to see her well again."

By the time the trio returned to their dormitory, it was already noon. Elena glanced at the wall clock and said to Emily, "Grab the lunchboxes and pot. Let's head to the cafeteria. Everyone must be starving after this morning."

The aroma of food wafted through the cafeteria. Emily studied Elena's pale complexion and said with concern, "Elena, you're exhausted, aren't you? I saw your hands shaking while treating that elderly woman."

Elena forced a weak smile. "I'll be fine after some rest."

After collecting their meals, the four gathered around a small table. Emily's gaze lingered on Elena's gaunt face, and suddenly, her eyes welled up. "Elena... was it even harder when you saved me back then?"

Elena paused mid-bite. "That's in the past. No need to bring it up."

But Emily stubbornly scooped a large portion of braised pork into Elena's bowl. "Eat more. You're so thin—a strong breeze could knock you over."

Elena quickly blocked her from adding more. "That's enough. You all need to eat too." She served each of them a spoonful of meat. "Don't just focus on me. Meals taste better when shared."

William had been silently devouring his food. Noticing this, Elena asked, "William, what are your plans now? Returning home or staying in the city?"

He set down his chopsticks, hesitating. "I... I want to stay and find work."

Elena nodded. It was 1986—the early days of economic reform, ripe with opportunities. She silently resolved to help him. These were good, loyal people; aiding them was akin to aiding herself.

The thought of Camille Hale's sudden reappearance sent a chill down Elena's spine. The tragedies of her past life must never repeat. She needed to strengthen her influence quickly. Though Shawn Johnson was reliable, their relationship was transactional at its core. Adrian Stone might be sincere, but who could guarantee history wouldn't repeat itself?

"William, I have an idea—" Elena began, only to be interrupted by a knock at the door.

An unexpected visitor stood outside.