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.”

is consuming. Even if I want to secretly add this in, it would come out in the light

his sentence, but what he was intending to

was a little shocked by what she had just heard. She didn’t imagine these doctors, who belonged on Ernest’s main team of physicians, have to go through screening and checking too on medicines used. The layers of

Ernest fear being

you try persuading Mr. Hawkins to swallow this by himself. If that

little frustrated after hearing that. How she wished

was thinking, she couldn’t just expose him publicly. Otherwise, not only he wouldn’t eat that medicine, the repercussions would

some reason, Ernest held a certain degree of

but it is something that is hard to

look on his face as

now what did you come

one mixing the medicine, then no one would be able to check you. By

whispered with a sense of guilt. This solution was indeed one that came with a high

be betting with Ernest’s feelings and reassurance that he

is taking his medicine,

decision without much thought. In her eyes, as long as Ernest could recover as soon as

whenever she visited with something in tow, nobody

she woke up rather late compared Ernest,

due to her, in some

feeling a

alarm clock today. She planned to wake up

her eyes, the familiar sunlight streaming through the windows was what

as she blinked, “What

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

He said faintly, “Ten.”

didn’t know what to

clock? Why

which brought her to a realization that her phone was in silent

it even if

grabbed her hair in frustration. When

“You’re still not awake?”

gaze across Florence, and what he saw told him

like she had been

out her feelings, she flipped her blanket aside