The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Janet opened her eyes and looked around at this time,

The hospital was a top-notch one that had a beautiful environment and was equipped with advanced medical equipment. All the wards were single rooms. Janet didn’t need anyone to tell her that it would cost a lot to receive treatment here. She didn’t like the thought because she didn’t have much money. Despite not having any serious expenses now, she was still poor. 

‘‘No, I can’t stay in this hospital. How am I going to pay the bill? Ethan isn’t well-to-do, so who will pay? Besides, I’m not seriously ill. There’s no need for me to be hospitalized. I’ll be fine once I take some cold medicines.’’ 

With this thought in mind, Janet decided to leave. She tugged at her husband’s sleeve and whispered, “Ethan, why didn’t you take me to an ordinary hospital? From the look of things, receiving treatment here will cost an arm. Although I don’t have any financial pressure on me, I can’t afford to squander so much money. Let’s figure out how to leave here.”

Janet spoke in a whisper because she didn’t want the doctor who had just come in to hear. She knew that it would be inappropriate to leave now that she had been admitted into the ward. 

Ethan looked at her affectionately and rubbed her head slowly. He then said, “Don’t worry, Janet. It won’t cost that much. Besides, the doctor here is my friend. He will give me a huge discount. Just allow him to treat you, okay?”

 “Is he really your friend?” Janet gave him a suspicious look. She didn’t believe what he had just said. 

private hospitals were definitely not

that Ethan nodded with genuineness in his eyes, she had a vague feeling that his connections were too high for someone of his

he knew many people from almost all works of life and they were always higher than

up!’’ Janet was a little confused, but she couldn’t think too much because of

need to get something. Won’t be long. Take care

he examined Janet. He didn’t even ask her any questions like normal doctors usually

Sir, please what’s wrong with

form of a glare. Janet’s heart almost jumped to her throat at the sight

she needed to say her last prayer at

wrong with you. You just caught a cold. I’ll prescribe some

drip. Afterward, he took his instruments and walked out of the ward. He coincidentally met Ethan in the corridor. With a bowl of porridge in his hand, Ethan asked worriedly, “How is