His surgical skill was unmatched—renowned in the medical world as the “hands of a god.”And the surgeon who had operated on Miles’s niece was said to be a top-tier specialist as well, known for his excellence and extreme low profile.That matched Louis perfectly.But the real question was—when did L
There were over a thousand unread messages in the group.But among all the flashing avatars, there was no sign of the White-Coat Deity.Was he too busy with work lately, or just wrapped up in a new romance, with no time left for the group chat?Adora opened the group chat. Miles had just sent a flo
“Eugene really has been spoiled rotten,” Mainard muttered, unable to hide his disapproval when the topic shifted to his wayward nephew.At the hospital, Adora turned and walked back after ending the call.Her phone buzzed with a soft ding, and she instinctively glanced down. Her expression froze.L
The car sped all the way back to the county.Louis, burning with fever and barely conscious, was rushed into the emergency room.After examination, the diagnosis came back exactly as suspected—his wound had become infected and inflamed. The area had to be cleaned and re-bandaged, and he would need
The man raised an eyebrow. "So? You think I’m a good guy? You like me a little more now?"Adora pressed her lips together, her expression awkward and slightly flushed.But only for a moment. Then she looked him in the eye, calm and composed. "Calling you a 'good guy' feels far too shallow."He lean
He must have kept quiet because he didn’t want her to worry.No wonder he’d muttered earlier, complaining, “So you finally remember to worry about me.”"What should we do? Should we stop at the township clinic first? You probably have a fever from the wound being infected. We should get some antibio