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!”

sentence, Charlotte felt as though

corner and darted

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

his arm. The bleeding from them had stained his shirt

in front of him. Her eyes were turning red, and her countenance was as pale as

playing tricks on him, he muttered, “Lottie? How’s that

with Mum. She’s with Dad right now.” Tears streamed

as she stared

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

right now, which may leave a scar. Thank goodness you’re not a woman,” a male doctor advised while holding a piece of

appearance was a

icy hand around his. “You’ll be fine,

head, the doctor proposed, “You may have suffered a concussion. It’s a miracle your head wasn’t cracked open by that giant rock falling on your head. Listen to me, Mr. Joseph. You should return