My Extraordinary Wife

The nurse snapped, “Get out of the way! You’re only good enough to carry a patient.”

Feeling upset, Charlotte lowered her head and went to the corner.

A nurse, Hazel Longman, glanced at her before whispering to another nurse, Junie Sheridan. “She claims to be Dr. Berry’s younger sister. Do you believe it?”

“Isn’t Dr. Berry sisters with Penelope? If she is who she claims to be, would Dr. Berry be willing to let her come here to suffer? If my dad hadn’t forced me to come, I wouldn’t have.” Junie sighed.

“Same! This is way too tiring and difficult. I’m afraid another earthquake will happen again and bury me underground.”

“All right, that’s enough of that. We should focus on helping people.”

Suddenly, a tall man carrying another on his back barged into the tent. “Mr. Joseph’s injured. Treat him, hurry!”

moment he ended his sentence, Charlotte

and darted

been laid down, had a swollen injury on his pale forehead. It was around five centimeters large, and blood was gushing out of

bleeding from them had stained his

eyes and saw a beautiful, familiar face in front of him. Her eyes were turning red,

were playing tricks on him, he muttered, “Lottie? How’s that possible? Did the rock hit

here with Mum. She’s with Dad right now.” Tears streamed down Charlotte’s cheeks. Her greatest

heart ache terribly as she stared

experienced a wave of dizziness. Pressing his hand on his forehead, he exclaimed, “Do you think this is a

going to stitch your wound up right now, which may leave a scar. Thank goodness you’re not a woman,” a male

was a

around his.

rock falling on your head. Listen to me, Mr. Joseph. You should return to the city immediately