Chapter 482

“I’m fine, really.” Dorothy knew Everett must be worried sick about her, so she walked over to Dr. Quincy’s side and whispered, “If he asks about me, just tell him I’m doing great! I don’t want him to worry.”

Dr. Quincy’s lips curled into a smile, revealing two charming dimples that made her look like a college student rather than a seasoned physician.

“You two are really a pair. He told me the exact same thing.”

Dorothy paused, a flicker of concern crossing her face. “Is he okay, though? He’s not hiding anything serious from me, is he?”

Dr. Quincy patted her shoulder gently. “Don’t worry! He’s fine. I wouldn’t tarnish my reputation by letting something happen to one of my patients. But you need to take your leg seriously. Mr. Lopez is right; you need to take care of yourself.”

“It’s just a fracture. I had surgery and everything.”

“But looking at your wounds, it seems like there might be an inflammation. Did you leave the ward and come here right after your surgery?” Dr. Quincy always had an eye to detect these tricks.

an embarrassed, sheepish grin. “I was

your own recovery.” Dr. Quincy moved behind her wheelchair and began to push it forward. “Let’s head over to the consulting room. I’ll

knew it would be foolish to argue

you, Dr. Quincy.”

pushed the wheelchair along. “Honestly, seeing how you two caring for

at her sideways. “You’ve never been in

a similar career drive. Nothing would ever happen. But during my time in the clinic, I’ve seen plenty of long–term couples who, when faced with life or death, seem to value money over everything

blinked, deliberating her words.

to spend money on their

to give up instead.” Dr. Quincy sighed. “That’s why I’m terrified of

the kind of person Dr. Quincy described. His mother was inpatient for years, yet he

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