“I'm attending a medical summit," he replied.

Understanding this, Ariana nodded.

"Then you should hurry along. I'm perfectly fine.”

After considering for a moment, Mitchel proposed, "Would you like to accompany me? You seem rather unoccupied."

"I'm not sure that's a good idea. I wouldn't want to intrude." Ariana was indeed feeling bored, but she didn't wish to cause any inconvenience.

"It's nothing serious, just a simple meeting that's taking place in the hotel's back garden," Mitchel clarified.

Ariana contemplated for a bit before succumbing to her curiosity.

"What will you discuss at the summit?"

“Different medical professionals will be presenting recent case studies and experiences. For example, Dr. Chavez who specializes in cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases, and Dr. Padilla, an expert on rare diseases. There will also be representatives from the field of human transmission studies and other areas, including Dr. Ruiz and Dr. Natt—""_

“Dr. Ruiz is attending too?" Ariana's heart fluttered with excitement. Debora Ruiz was an expert in child psychology, and Sarah had always hoped to involve her in Alina's case, but there had been challenges. This was an unexpected opportunity!

Mitchel mentioned a number of people, and they were all substantial contributors to the discipline.

“Dr. Chadwick, are you sure this isn't an exclusive meeting that not just anyone can attend?" Ariana couldn't help but be astounded. It wasn't every day that one could gather such an illustrious ensemble for a mere meeting.

Mitchel, as cool as a cucumber, responded, "Oh, it's just a casual meeting for the free flow of ideas. Nothing too fancy, I assure you."

“But won't it be a hassle for you? My legs aren't exactly nimble." Ariana was torn, afraid of becoming a burden to Mitchel.

"Do you want to go?” Mitchel cut to the chase.

Caught off guard by his straightforward question, Ariana replied in a hushed tone, "Yes, I do. I'd love to meet the child psychologist, Dr. Ruiz."

"If that's what you desire, then you should go.” Mitchel pushed the wheelchair forward.

The hotel's rooftop garden unfolded before them, a sprawling oasis in the sky, guarded by uniformed waitstaff at the entrance. Journalists swarmed the scene, adding a touch of spectacle to the affair.

Two reporters attempted entry but were swiftly rebuffed by the unyielding waiter, lacking the coveted invitation cards.

“Can I really enter? Without an invitation?" Ariana looked at Mitchel with concern, contemplating retreat.