My Fabulous Wife

Chapter 015 The number one brain doctor Her voice came so brusquely that Fiona instantly frowned and turned round, just to find the striking face of Annette, which triggered a shadow of hostility in Fiona’s narrowing eyes.

"Who are you? Bossing us around here?"

Fiona asked stonily.

She furtively glanced over Annette from head to toe and failed to find any designer brand from her outfit.

Where was this shabby dummy from that she dared to comment on Fiona’s medical skill! Annette stared at the old lady with her habitually aloof eyes, hands till in the pockets.

Three seconds later, she said dryly, "Two days."

Simple as her remark was, Veromca could not conceal his relief at hearing it, because that meant no only could Annette cure his mother, but she was quite sure about it.

He explained that to Waynett, "Annette needs two days."

Waynett squinted at Annette, and met with the confident hubris in the flare from her eyes.

"Grandma will revive in two days?"

He asked.

Mrs Lancaster had been ill for almost

from all over the world and was barely able

hope to keep her sober only for a short period of time

a drawl, "She will regain consciousness in one hour and totally recover in

narrowed his long

had already been pissed off as Annette refused to show respect or answer her question, now laughed in spite of herself at

a craniotomy cost more than an

"Acupuncture."

answer was

one shoulder, she stood having one leg bent and exuding Idly

"Acupuncture?!"

Fiona snorted coldly.

close to nonsense witchcraft! And you are to cure my grandma with that? Are

army medics looked at

from nearly one year's illness just within two days? Miss, the science of medicine

in brain surgery dares