My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Florence answered truthfully, “It was given to me by Collin.”

“Are you talking about that young and miraculous doctor who has performed surgery on Mr. Hawkins?”

Florence nodded, which made the doctor even more excited.

“He’s really a genius doctor! I can’t believe that he was able to concoct such a medicine. His proficiency has far surpassed the limits of the medical industry, at least in this era.”

Florence was not interested in medical proficiency. She got to the key question, “Doctor, so how is the verdict? Are you able to speed up Ernest’s recovery by applying this type of medicine?”

“With this medicine in hand, I don’t think it’s a problem!”

The doctor held the bottle of medicine in hand like he was admiring at his idol, “Ms. Fraser, do you even know what kind of medicine is this? This is a very advanced biological technology which allows for super-fast regeneration of the cells. One could get his wound to close up at an astonishing speed, and besides that it doesn’t have any adverse effects. For the invention of such a medicine, the current level of the medical field are only slowly moving towards the goal. Never in their dreams that they would expect Collin to successfully invent it. Collin is really a genius!”

While she watched this doctor’s excitement, Florence couldn’t help feeling impressed by Collin.

When people referred to a miraculous boy wonder, they were probably referring to someone like him.

Florence felt finally at ease as she took in that excited look on this doctor’s face.

It probably only need another week for Ernest to gain full recovery.

“Then, doctor, I will put this medicine in your care. Please secretly add it to Ernest’s medicine and let him swallow it.”

“Secretly?”

The doctor who had recovered from his bedazzlement was able to catch something important in Florence’s words.

“Ms. Fraser, what are you intending to say? Could it be that Mr. Hawkins is oblivious to the existence of such a medicine?”

If he had known about this medicine, there would be no need for Florence to personally come see the doctor to broach this topic.

The doctor finally understood Florence’s unspoken words, albeit some hesitation. He suddenly looked glum and torn, and after some difficulty on his part, he returned the medicine to Florence with determination.

“Ms. Fraser, if this is something that doesn’t get permission from Mr. Hawkins himself, we won’t be doing anything with it on our part. We are merely doctors who can’t bear the consequences.”

“I will be the one to do that.”

Even if I want to secretly add this in, it would come out in the light soon enough. By then, not only Mr. Hawkins are not

doctor didn’t finish his sentence, but what

on Ernest’s main team of physicians, have

did Ernest fear being poisoned

real deal. Why not you try persuading Mr. Hawkins to swallow this by himself. If that is the case, there would

felt a little frustrated after hearing that. How she wished that she could persuade

what he was thinking, she couldn’t just expose him publicly. Otherwise,

for some reason, Ernest held a certain degree of contempt

is something that

on his face as he

“Tell me now what did you come up

the medicine, then no one would be able to check

a sense of guilt. This solution was indeed

would be betting with Ernest’s feelings and reassurance that he

the next time he is taking his

much thought. In her eyes, as long as Ernest could recover as soon as possible, she would do whatever

something in tow, nobody would intervene

that this was because she woke up rather late compared Ernest, and in the morning usually all of his medication

was due to

help feeling

today. She planned to wake up at seven punctually.

familiar sunlight streaming through the windows was what she saw. It

a few seconds as she blinked, “What time

was reading a book in bed, and his pale and long finger lightly turned a

He said faintly, “Ten.”

didn’t know what

alarm clock? Why

brought her to a realization that her phone was in silent mode.

couldn’t have heard it

grabbed her hair in frustration. When did

“You’re still not awake?”

and what he saw told him that she was till in a state of half-sleep.

like she had been insulted.

her feelings, she flipped her blanket aside and climbed out of