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As the wife of the minister, there were naturally countless doctors who were willing to serve her. But Qin Haodong was the only doctor she trusted now and she was not willing to see other doctors. "Auntie Liao, you can come to my clinic if that's convenient. Or I can come to your house after I see these patients." "Little Qin, do you have a clinic now?" Liao Shuyuan said, "I can't do any energetic exercises with my twisted waist, but I can still walk. Well then, I'll come to your clinic by foot and it'll be more convenient for me to ask you for help in the future."

"Good afternoon, gentlemen. Harrison and Olivia parted and smiled knowingly, and in unison greeted the doctor. "Good afternoon, doctor. "I'm Dr. Regan Marshal, a gynecologic specialist, how are you feeling Olivia?" "Well, I feel very good doctor, I want to go home, I don't like being in this hospital. The doctor came over and began to check on her. "Well, I'm glad you're feeling well, but going home for today is impossible, maybe tomorrow, I have something important to tell you. The doctor stared at the parents-to-be.

she reassured me. I smiled, feeling a glimmer of hope. “Well, it’s not bad to try.” Taking a deep breath, I stepped out of the car, and we entered the hospital together, accompanied by Sophia. We were greeted by a stunning doctor who introduced herself. “I’m Dr. China, the dermatologist. Is this the daughter-in-law you mentioned in your call, madam?” she asked as she led us to the elevator. “Yes,” my mom replied. I formally introduced myself, extending my hand. The doctor smiled and shook it warmly.

The doctor became very quiet. Almost too quiet. As though he was studying my face. A long silence passed. Then I heard him whisper. "I know her." His voice carried certainty. "I know exactly who she is." My heart skipped. The woman sounded curious. "Who is she?" The doctor exhaled slowly. "Vivian Hart." Silence. Then he continued. "Vivian Hart Blackstone." The woman gasped. "Blackstone?" "Yes." The doctor leaned back slightly. "She's the wife of David Blackstone."

There was everything imaginable from large items to small necessities. Without exception, every single one of those items had been recommended by me. A year earlier, on the night before Willow left on a business trip, she had suddenly shaken me awake. She said, "Zayn, you're an obstetrician. Can you tell me what needs to be prepared for having a baby?" Still half asleep, I looked at her in confusion. "Why are you asking me this all of a sudden?" Willow answered hesitantly, saying that a coworker's baby was due soon and that they'd asked her to consult me.

I didn’t know whether to swoon or laugh. The elderly couple who rode the elevator with us got off first. We exited on the next floor. Jasper kept his arm around my waist, walking slowly beside me so I wouldn’t slip or trip. He’s incredibly thoughtful and caring. We were next to enter the clinic. The sign on the door read: Dra. Monica Lewis, OB-Gyne. “Oh, hi dear! Long time no see, Rayn!” the doctor greeted my husband with a dazzling smile—as if I didn’t exist.

“And the lips. Too much product in the vermilion border. It’s already migrating. You’ll need hyaluronidase soon or you’ll have duck face by Christmas.” Silence falls hard. One wife coughs. Another laughs nervously. I tilt my head at Svetlana. “You really should vet your friends’ surgeons better. Bad work reflects on everyone around you.” The blonde excuses herself, cheeks flaming under the makeup. The other wives suddenly find their champagne glasses fascinating. Svetlana glares pure murder at me. “You little bitch.” I sip my champagne, calm as ever. “I’m a doctor. I diagnose. You’re welcome.”

He commanded as he lifted her in a bridal style. "My daughter, what's wrong with her?" Mr. Busari questioned no one in particular, he could not do anything but worry as they rushed her out. >>>>> At the hospital >>>>>>>> "Doctor, how is my wife?" He questioned as soon as the doctor stepped out of the ward. "Please, see me in my office." The Doctor replied shortly. Different thoughts ran through his mind as he trailed behind the doctor wondering what might be going on. "Doctor, please keep me off this suspense, it's killing me." He mumbled.

He pulled out his phone and took photos of me and the blood on the floor. "I need a souvenir. People should see this. Mr. Kirkland is at his lowest. He can't even save his own mother." The physician rushed over in panic. He tugged at Wendy's sleeve and pleaded, "Please, Dr. Lowell. Mr. Kirkland's mother can still make it. You can save her if you start the surgery now! You can't just stand by and do nothing!" Wendy shoved him away in disgust. "This is none of your business. I don't care whether she lives or dies. I'd rather go buy a watch for Hayden."

"My husband just passed away, and you expect me to smile? This hospital is inhumane! Christopher was one of your doctors, but I don't see even a trace of grief on your face! Did you want him to die?" Before long, a crowd began to gather around me. Some people began to take my side. "Leave her alone." "Her husband just died! Why should she be denied the right to cry?" "What kind of cold-hearted doctor are you? Have you never lost someone close to you? We don't mind at all, so why should you?" Just then, someone stepped forward from the crowd.