Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife

Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 20

Upon hearing this, the hospital chief’s expression immediately changed. Doctors from the Medical Research Institute of Markovia? What an honor for us to have such a talented doctor who has a doctorate in three years come to our hospital!

He was about to greet her, but Dr. Fernandaz had unexpectedly entered the ward first.

“Dr. Fernandaz!” the hospital chief exclaimed while looking at the man in front of him in surprise.

The man asked politely and respectfully, “Is there a craniotomy here today?”

The hospital chief smiled. “Dr. Fernandaz, how could a minor surgery in our hospital require your expertise? I’m so sorry to have inconvenienced you.”

Dr. Fernandaz waved his hand. “Forget it, I’m also here to help the young lady from our hospital. Speaking of which, where is Doctor Sandra?”

He could not wait to meet the said young lady. They hadn’t met for nearly half a year and he wondered whether she was doing well.

The hospital chief was stunned for a moment. “Dr. Fernandaz, y-you are here to help?” The doctor from the Medical Research Institute of Markovia is here to help?

Concurrently, a weary voice was heard. “Herbert Fernandaz, I have been waiting for you for ages!”

Herbert Fernandaz’s eyes instantly brightened when he heard the voice. He walked past the hospital chief and when he saw the little girl, he teased, “Well, it was rather short notice.”

Janet looked up and frowned in displeasure. “You came alone?”

Herbet chuckled. “Who doesn’t know that you need all members of the Fantastic Four each time you have someone under the knife?” He subsequently gave an order. “Come on in, everyone.”

Upon hearing his voice, the two people who were waiting at the door entered.

“Damn!” the hospital chief couldn’t help but curse as it was an unprecedented scene—the craniotomy had recruited doctors from Markovia’s research institute and the famous brain specialists from Braux, James Torrez and Michael Hoffman.

respectfully. “We’re sorry that we’re

almost collapsed after hearing

heard “Doctor Sandra” ordering, “Herbert,

the chief surgeon’s words—except for the names

blocked by the blue medical curtains and he only saw the blurry figures. “Young Master Mason, do you think Miss Sandra

“Yes,” Mason answered confidently.

you

I believe in her.”

She only looks like she’s around seventeen or eighteen years old. I had my doubts back then on whether she had experience with a knife, but today’s

for was Janet Jackson. If he had known

in their sterilized medical clothes as they wore their gloves

had been a long time since

vein, establish a channel, then insert a urinary tube.” The girl’s clear and calm voice directed before the

aura she radiated could make one feel at ease

first. You’ll have to get

his breath and earnestly completed what

the old madam on whom she was operating that she couldn’t be slack as the old madam

on the scalp before the subcutaneous layer was opened and she took the medical electric drill in Michael’s hand. The four nodded to confirm that everything was in order and sutured the meninges

minute, time passed—and the blue

that Janet was packing

once she wakes up.” Her face carried

the exhaustion between her eyebrows. He couldn’t help

pain in her face and touched her eyes; it seemed that her sweat had dripped onto her wound, making

asked in a

her face and immediately said, “Young Master

some rest.” Then, the four of them were arranged to a room to rest. In the room, Herbert looked at her. “Janet,

the guy outside?” Upon hearing this, a strange emotion danced in her eyes. Seeing this, Michael teased,