Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 351 - : Do you have inappropriate thoughts about him?

Chapter 351: Chapter 351: Do you have inappropriate thoughts about him?

Ten minutes later, Abigail Green, dressed in surgical scrubs, fully armed, entered the operating room.

Due to the sudden situation at night, the chief of surgery at the city hospital was out for training. With the surgery encountering problems, the entire operating room was in a flurry.

Abigail walked in and frowned. “Electrocautery.”

Her voice wasn’t loud, but it had an undeniable aura, instantly quieting the chaotic operating room.

Someone wanted to ask who she was, but Abigail looked at the lead surgeon. “You assist me.”

“Who are you?” The other party was a bit dissatisfied with Abigail’s sudden intrusion.

“Someone will explain who I am for you, but let’s start the surgery now.” After she finished speaking, Abigail stepped forward to check on Lincoln Green’s condition: severe arrhythmia, an enlarged heart, myocardial infarction, and combined valvular disease. It was worse than she had anticipated, coupled with ischemic stroke, the situation was extremely complicated.

The other party wanted to say something, but Abigail commanded again, “Electrocautery.”

The male doctor, who had been full of doubts earlier, instinctively handed the electrocautery to Abigail the next moment.

Abigail took the electrocautery. The sternum was already open. Observing the conditions of the heart, she instructed the surgical team, “Let’s begin.”

An hour later.

Abigail stitched up the wound and instructed the assistant, “Scissors.”

Everyone’s nerves were tense. Abigail lowered her head and commanded, “Charge to 70 joules.”

“Release. Continue.”

Thump, thump, thump…

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Lincoln Green’s heart began to revive and beat normally again.

Everyone in the operating room breathed a collective sigh of relief.

Abigail turned around and walked out.

“Excuse me, who are you?” The male doctor who had questioned her earlier asked excitedly.

Abigail had already opened the door to the operating room and walked out.

The next moment, Brandon Piers immediately had her taken to the changing room.

When she came out again, Abigail had changed back into her own clothes, a trace of fatigue in her eyes. “Where is Lincoln Green?”

“He’s been sent back to the ward and is being watched. Let’s go home first,” Brandon said, taking Abigail by the hand. The hospital was very quiet at two in the morning, even in the summer, it felt cold and desolate.

Abigail reeked of blood and felt very uncomfortable, remaining very silent.

At the hospital entrance, they ran into Jeffrey Foster, who arrived late.

Jeffrey Foster was surprised to see Abigail Green and Brandon Piers at the hospital at dawn, but he quickly remembered that the patient the hospital had called him for was named Lincoln Green.

If he remembered correctly, Lincoln Green should be Abigail Green’s father.

“Hello, Dean Foster,” Abigail said in a low voice, greeting him.

Jeffrey Foster nodded and, without engaging in small talk, greeted them briefly and quickly walked inside.

As he walked past Abigail, she keenly smelled the alcohol on Jeffrey. She furrowed her brow slightly, never knowing that her senior brother drank.

Especially drinking before surgery?

“Dean Foster, are you here to perform surgery on my father?” Just as Jeffrey Foster was about to walk past, Abigail suddenly spoke up.

Jeffrey Foster’s steps halted, and Brandon Piers, standing by, also looked at Abigail.

He always felt that Abigail treated Jeffrey Foster differently from others, so he was inexplicably wary of Jeffrey Foster.

Abigail, however, didn’t notice the man’s unusual behavior by her side and turned to look at Jeffrey Foster.

“Yes.” Jeffrey Foster thought Abigail was concerned about her father and did not hide it.

“My father is already fine, but Dean Foster, it’s inappropriate to see patients after drinking. If you get reported, it would be troublesome,” Abigail gently reminded.

Jeffrey Foster was stunned. He thought she would scold him but didn’t expect Abigail Green to say this.

“Is that so? I’ll double-check with the hospital,” Jeffrey Foster was slightly surprised that the patient was already fine.

Abigail lightly acknowledged, her gaze falling on Jeffrey Foster’s face, noticing that he was quietly looking at her. For a moment, she stood still, uncertainly calling out, “Brother… Dean Foster, are you okay?”

“I’m fine. I just suddenly noticed that Miss Green resembles my junior sister a lot. Not just in name but also in some mannerisms and behaviors.” Jeffrey Foster didn’t know what got into him tonight. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was because it was his junior sister’s birthday, making him act less prudently than usual.

Abigail was stunned. Did he recognize her?

For a brief moment, Abigail’s emotions were complicated. Even an incredible thought popped into her head. Did her brother drink because of her?

“I resemble Dr. Smith…” Abigail murmured, wanting to know how her brother figured it out.

But Jeffrey Foster shook his head. “Sorry, tonight is my junior sister’s twenty-seventh birthday. I’m feeling a bit down. I apologize for being rude, Miss Green.”

“No… no problem.” So her guess was right? Her brother drank because of her?

Standing by, completely ignored, Brandon Piers was very displeased. He reached out to grab Abigail’s hand. “Dean Foster should get busy; we’re going home.”

What’s up with this fatty? What kind of look is he giving Jeffrey Foster?

And how come Dr. Smith and this fatty have the same birthday? What a coincidence?

“Oh, sorry.” Jeffrey Foster sensed Brandon Piers’ displeasure and promptly apologized. Then, he couldn’t help but look at Brandon. “Is Master Brandon’s heart okay?”

This was too weird!

According to normal circumstances, given Brandon Piers’ condition and having undergone open-heart surgery, it should be difficult for him to even step out now. But the man in front of him not only looked better than before the surgery but even all signs of heart disease had vanished. His complexion was excellent, no less than that of a healthy person.

This was evidently a sign of recovery.

Brandon shrugged. “I find it strange too. Suddenly, there was no discomfort. I wonder if this counts as a miracle in medicine?”

“…If Master Brandon doesn’t mind, I could conduct a comprehensive physical examination on you later to see the results,” Jeffrey Foster was shocked. Could a real miracle have occurred in Brandon’s body?

This was truly incredible!

“I mind,” Brandon answered seriously.

Jeffrey Foster was taken aback. “Sorry, my apologies.”

“Goodbye, Dean Foster.” Brandon pulled Abigail into his arms and waved elegantly at Jeffrey Foster.

Just then, the contact person responsible for receiving Jeffrey Foster hurried over. “Dean Foster, why are you here? I’ll take you back immediately.”

“Wasn’t there an emergency surgery?” Jeffrey asked curiously.

“The patient’s surgery was successful. We tried to contact you earlier, but your phone wasn’t reachable. Thank you so much, this way please.” With that, the person busily escorted Jeffrey away.

Abigail watched Jeffrey Foster’s somewhat lonely back, her expression unclear. The next moment, a large hand turned her head right. “Are you having improper thoughts about him?”

“Huh?”

“Jeffrey Foster, every time you look at him, you seem lost. Do you like him?” Brandon asked with a dark face.

“Am I…?”

“This will be the last time. If I see you like that with him again, I’ll drive him out of Gills City,” Brandon said sinisterly.

“You…”

“What about me? It’s better than having grass grow on my head,” he said, dragging Abigail by her hand away.

Abigail was stunned. “Brandon Piers, are you jealous!”

Brandon paused and looked at Abigail seriously, angrily saying, “I’m afraid of being laughed at for not being able to keep a fatty!”

Abigail, “…No one self-deprecates like you do.”