Female Novel
Chapter 1497: Everyone'S Position Is Different
Chapter 1497: Everyone's Position is Different
Just off the operating table, he hadn't returned to his office when he was 'intercepted' on the road by a
doctor, "Mr. Adams, the patient in bed 3 insists that you check on him. He says you're the most
professional. His condition is stable, but he can only feel at ease when he sees you," the doctor
reported in a soft voice as he walked alongside him.
"Alright, I'll go in a bit." Rowan Watson was a busy man, but he wasn't impatient.
"Thank you, Mr. Adams." The doctor said, and then left.
When Rowan Watson entered his office, another doctor followed in to report, "Mr. Adams, the condition
of the patient in bed 5 from yesterday is stable, but..."
Rowan Watson washed his hands again. He listened very carefully, despite standing in the operating
room for four hours just now.
"Alright, leave the patient's file on my desk, I'll look at it in a while."
"Okay, thank you. I'll go get busy now."
Rowan Watson washed his hands and sat back in his office chair. He first finished his work at hand and
then visited the aunt who had just undergone surgery in bed 3.novelbin
The aunt said that she felt at ease seeing him, so Rowan Watson stayed and patiently chatted with her,
offering her encouragement.
He returned to his office again, took a sip of tea, and opened Facebook on his phone. There were no
messages from Claire.
Having enough longing, he typed a few words and sent them: What are you doing?
The brief four words meant, "I miss you." His longing had filled to the brim, overflowed, and he had to
contact her.
But a minute passed, two minutes passed, and there was still no reply from her.
Did she not have her phone with her?
Or was she asleep?
Just when Rowan Watson wanted to call Claire, another doctor came in to report. Rowan Watson had
to put away his phone and put his full attention into his work mode.
Listening patiently, analyzing, and giving good advice and plans.
His demeanor was gentle, and he was personable, like a holy light, always giving the team and patients
a sense of peace.
Russell family, a bedroom door upstairs was gently pushed open, and Violet came in carrying a bowl of
bird's nest soup.
The girl standing in front of the window and lost in thought heard the footsteps and collected her
thoughts. When she slowly turned her gaze, Violet was already behind her.
"Aunt." Claire was not in high spirits, but she was still very polite.
"Come, drink this bowl of bird's nest soup first, to nourish your body." Violet was really worried about
her, treating her like her own daughter.
Claire could understand her feelings, and all her actions.
But understanding doesn't mean acceptance, "Aunt, please give me back my phone." There was a hint
of plea in her voice, and also a hint of helplessness.
"You drink this first, be good." Love filled Violet's eyes.
Facing her aunt's gaze, Claire finally took the bone china bowl with both hands. She obediently drank
all the soup in one breath, then turned around and put down the empty bowl, "Aunt, can you give me
my phone now?"
Violet sighed lightly, she had no such intention.
It seemed like a heavy psychological pressure. As an elder, and a mother-like figure, Violet was also
very conflicted inside.
Claire and Dr. Watson's matter was not something to be taken lightly, after all, she was not her own
daughter, yet she was like her own daughter.
Violet really didn't want to experience a second loss. These days of living in fear were really torturous,
and she lived every day in guilt towards her younger brother and sister.
Finally having a chance to make amends, she didn't want the tragedy to repeat itself.
From the perspective of an elder, she also hoped that Claire would have a safe and steady life. There
was nothing wrong with that.