Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 20


    Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 20


    Upon hearing this, the hospital chief’s expression immediately changed. Doctors from the Medical


    Research Institute of Markovia? What an honor for us to have such a talented doctor who has a


    doctorate in three yearse to our hospital!


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    He was about to greet her, but Dr. Fernandaz had unexpectedly entered the ward first.


    “Dr. Fernandaz!” the hospital chief eximed while looking at the man in front of him in surprise.


    The man asked politely and respectfully, “Is there a craniotomy here today?”


    The hospital chief smiled. “Dr. Fernandaz, how could a minor surgery in our hospital require your


    expertise? I’m so sorry to have inconvenienced you.”


    Dr. Fernandaz waved his hand. “Forget it, I’m also here to help the youngdy from our hospital.


    Speaking of which, where is Doctor Sandra?”


    He could not wait to meet the said youngdy. They hadn’t met for nearly half a year and he wondered


    whether she was doing well.


    The hospital chief was stunned for a moment. “Dr. Fernandaz, y-you are here to help?” The doctor from


    the Medical Research Institute of Markovia is here to help?


    Concurrently, a weary voice was heard. “Herbert Fernandaz, I have been waiting for you for ages!”


    Herbert Fernandaz’s eyes instantly brightened when he heard the voice. He walked past the hospital


    chief and when he saw the little girl, he teased, “Well, it was rather short notice.”


    J looked up and frowned in displeasure. “You came alone?”


    Herbet chuckled. “Who doesn’t know that you need all members of the Fantastic Four each time you


    have someone under the knife?” He subsequently gave an order. “Come on in, everyone.”


    Upon hearing his voice, the two people who were waiting at the door entered.


    “Damn!” the hospital chief couldn’t help but curse as it was an unprecedented scene—the craniotomy


    had recruited doctors from Markovia’s research institute and the famous brain specialists from Braux,


    James Torrez and Michael Hoffman.


    “J!” They bowed respectfully. “We’re sorry that we’rete.”


    The hospital chief almost copsed after hearing that.


    Before he could decipher the current situation, he heard “Doctor Sandra” ordering, “Herbert, James,


    and Michael will stay whereas everyone else will remain outdoors.”


    No one dared to go against the chief surgeon’s words—except for the names that she mentioned, the


    rest all exited.


    Sean tried to peer through the window, but his view was blocked by the blue medical curtains and he


    only saw the blurry figures. “Young Master Mason, do you think Miss Sandra is able to treat the old


    madam?”


    “Yes,” Mason answered confidently.


    Sean was stunned. “Are you sure, Young Master Mason?”


    I believe in her.”


    “Young Master Mason, I was shocked when I first saw Miss Sandra. She only looks like she’s around


    seventeen or eighteen years old. I had my doubts back then on whether she had experience with a


    knife, but today’s scene has dispelled all of my doubts,” Sean recalled when he first met J.


    Mason hadn’t expected that the doctor whom he looked for was J Jackson. If he had known about


    it earlier, things wouldn’t have been so troublesome after all.


    At that time, in the operating room, all of the masters were in their sterilized medical clothes as they


    wore their gloves and tidied their white coats before saying, “Alright, let’s prep for the operation.”


    “On it, J!” The masters sounded excited. It had been a long time since they performed an operation


    together.


    “Herbert, insert a deep vein, establish a channel, then insert a urinary tube.” The girl’s clear and calm


    voice directed before the operation started.


    Even while J was the youngest among those people, the aura she radiated could make one feel at


    ease and reassured.


    “James, I will draw the incision line first. You’ll have to get ready to put on the head frame.”


    James held his breath and earnestlypleted what she had exined moments ago.


    What followed next was up to J. It was because of her connection to the old madam on whom she


    was operating that she couldn’t be ck as the old madam was from the Lowry Family.


    The sharp knifended on the scalp before the subcutaneousyer was opened and she took the


    medical electric drill in Michael’s hand. The four nodded to confirm that everything was in order and


    sutured the meninges before the old madam’s skull was reattached.


    Minute by minute, time passed—and the blue curtain was finally opened!


    Mason looked inside and saw that J was packing her tools. “How is everything?” he asked.


    “Everything is fine; she’ll be fine once she wakes up.” Her face carried a hint of fatigue as she


    answered.


    Mason’s dark eyes fixed on J as he noticed the exhaustion between her eyebrows. He couldn’t


    help but feel distressed for her.


    Just then, J felt a slight pain in her face and touched her eyes; it seemed that her sweat had


    dripped onto her wound, making it inmed.


    Heart aching for her, Mason asked in a panic, “What’s wrong with your face?”


    Sean also noticed the wound on her face and immediately said, “Young Master Mason, I’ll head down


    and grab some medicine.”


    “I’m fine; I just need some rest.” Then, the four of them were arranged to a room to rest. In the room,


    Herbert looked at her. “J, you seem quite nervous this time.”


    James suspiciously nced at her. “J, are you pursuing the guy outside?” Upon hearing this, a


    strange emotion danced in her eyes. Seeing this, Michael teased, “Stop it, guys! J’s blushing.”


    J looked up with a fierce, yet cute expression. “Michael, one more word and I will sew your mouth


    shut.”


    Michael deliberately looked frightened. “J, please don’t do that. How can I eat without my mouth?”


    Upon hearing that, James and Herbert shouted that they were hungry and that they urgently needed to


    boost their energy. As such, she waved her hand. “Go away, I need to rest for a while.”


    Then, the three of them looked at each other and smiled—J was still the same person, who was


    known for being the best at sleeping.


    Once the three of them had left, Mason quietly entered the room and noticed that she was asleep


    before waking her up. He held a cup of hot milk in his hand and handed it to her.


    ncing at him, J took the cup before whispering, “Thank you.”


    Mason raised his eyebrows, realizing that she had regained her energy. “Are you re-energized after


    sleeping for a while?”


    J took a mouthful of milk and the corners of her lips were stained with ayer of white liquid. The


    small tip of her tongue stretched out to lick it off before she replied in a low voice, “Yeah.”


    He nodded and took out the cigarette case from the pocket of his pants, lighting it by his mouth and


    blew the smoke out around him, making him look like the mysterious bad boy down the street.


    She suddenly recalled the morous and charming scene where she was locked in a cage that night


    and coughed twice before quickly moving away from his face. “So, how will you thank me for saving


    your old madam’s life?” she asked this for the weirdest reason.


    Mason blew out smoke as his thin lips slightly twitched. “I’ll give you something, how about that?”


    J paused before giving him a nk look. She wanted to say something, but her phone rang.


    On the other end of the phone was Gordon’s voice—he seemed to be anxious. “J, why haven’t we


    seen you yet?”


    “Why are you looking for me?” She was casual in her reply.


    “The 8 o’clock school celebration tonight—have you forgotten?”


    She frowned. “When did I sign up for that?”


    Gordonughed in response. “J, how bad is your memory? Your name is on tonight’s list!”