Female Novel
Chapter 901
At the hospital in Eldorria City.
Quincy had barely touched down before she was rushed into the operating room.
This time was different from the last. Previously, Everett had been unconscious, sparing her theneed for any eye contact. But now…
“Mr. Lopez, I’m afraid I’m going to have to invade your personal space a bit here.”
Everett’s hand was secured on the operating table, and since it was a local anesthetic, he wasawake, though his face was pale.
“Did she come?”
He didn’t respond to Quincy’s remark, his mind clearly elsewhere, probably outside the operatingroom.
“Ms. Sanchez? I’m not sure. I didn’t see anyone when I came in.” Quincy, now in her scrubs, beganto apply disinfectant, revealing a long, deep cut.
Even though she was no stranger to the OR, the sight still made her wince.
“Ms. Sanchez did this?”
Everett glanced at her but remained silent.
“She really went all out. This looks as bad as what that guy did.”
“You talk too much.”
It was the first time Quincy had received such feedback. She fell silent, focusing on the surgery,stitching the torn tendon back together.
As seconds turned into minutes, sweat beaded on Quincy’s forehead, wiped away only to formagain.
“Will my hand ever fully recover?”
Perhaps feeling a bit grateful for Quincy’s rushed effort and immediate surgery without rest, and forputting up with his gruffness, Everett initiated a conversation.
Quincy was momentarily taken aback.
“I’ll do my best. Physical therapy afterwards will be crucial too.”
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Everett didn’t say more and just closed his eyes.
Time passed, and finally, Quincy finished the last stitch. She breathed a sigh of relief andunintentionally caught Everett’s eyes.
He had fallen asleep.
His features were so perfect they seemed divine, breathtaking even in sleep.
This was a man with looks, pedigree, and rare loyalty – a complete fantasy.
“Dr. Quincy?”
Her assistant’s nudge brought her back to reality.
She cleared her throat softly and whispered, “He’s asleep. Let’s try to keep it down and not disturbhim. Take him back to his room quietly.”
“Got it!”
As Everett was wheeled out, Quincy turned to clean up and change out of her scrubs.
She was just leaving when Jonathan approached.
“Jonathan.”
“Yeah! How’s Everett’s hand…?” Jonathan was worried about his son, despite the latter’s rashactions.
Quincy removed her mask, offering a reassuring smile.
“The surgery went well, but the level of recovery depends on his physio. The repaired tendon won’tbe the same as before.”
Jonathan sighed upon hearing this, his emotions a mix of relief and concern.
“Jonathan, I came back to perform this surgery for Everett. Can I ask you for a favor?”
“What is it?”
“Please, stop pressuring my family. I can’t marry Mr. Lopez if there’s no love between us, not out ofbusiness convenience.”