Right Person, Wrong Time

Chapter 482 Everything Will Be Fine

Jonathan was indeed a very skilled surgeon, but he wasn’t a neurosurgeon. Furthermore, over the past few years, he had been doing less surgery due to his age. He didn’t have much experience in such surgeries either, so even if he had fifty percent confidence in the surgery, he wasn’t brave enough to go ahead with it.

After all, the person on the operating bed right now was the mistress of the Gardner family, not to mention the eldest daughter of the Jenkins family. If something bad happened to her, he wouldn’t be able to bear the consequences.

“I’ll do it,” Nicole suddenly announced.

Jonathan turned his head to glance at Nicole. Julia had mentioned Nicole to him several times, and his daughter had always been full of praises for her friend. He had heard of the surgery that Nicole did for Benedict.

The surgery had been quite a complicated one and even if Jonathan was the one operating on Benedict, the former didn’t have the utmost confidence either.

“Are you sure about that?” Jonathan asked her solemnly.

“Yes.” Nicole nodded. However, she couldn’t step forward abruptly right now, so she turned her head to look at Jonathan before asking, “Right now, judging by Mrs. Gardner’s condition, how much longer can she hold out for?”

the clot within half an hour; otherwise, her

changed. Please help me and make sure that

Jonathan nodded.

changed as she rummaged for equipment that she would need. Just then, she heard a

by her side, but she wasn’t sure how long Julia

critical condition and I need to head

because she had heard the news. Her mom was the one who’d broken the news to her and mentioned that Anna was involved

the child

be your assistant.” The two of them had a great connection and they worked perfectly

couldn’t contain the wave of

smile and said, “Julia, I’ll be fine. Your father and Richard are there in Mrs. Gardner’s operating theater, so everything

she clearly realized that she wasn’t fit

didn’t have time to say anything else and after giving the instructions, she turned around

to smoking, but he occasionally lit a cigarette when he was feeling frustrated. If he didn’t puff on the cigarette, he usually lit one and watched the cigarette burn slowly as he slowly inhaled the slight whiff of