Chapter 909 Is He Frank


    Elizabeth walked into the office at the corner.


    Seeing Frank''s namete hanging on the door, she raised her fist and knocked. "Hello? Dr.


    Watson? Are you in there?"


    The door budged, but no one answered.


    Elizabeth gently pushed the door open and nced around. The office was empty.


    Coincidentally, a nurse walked out of the office next to Frank''s. Elizabeth poked her head out and


    asked the nurse, "Hello. Is Dr. Watson still operating at this time?"


    The nurse, with her head lowered, leafed through the papers on her clipboard, and answered, "I''m


    not sure, but it''ste, so he is probably out for dinner. You may wait for him in his office if you want."


    Elizabeth nodded. Then, she went back inside Frank''s office and made herselffortable.


    Frank''s office was different from what Elizabeth had imagined. Doctors in TV shows always seemed


    to be neat freaks. All their things had their proper ces and were arranged in an orderly manner.


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    Inparison, Frank''s office was in a state of organized chaos. All the books and other reading


    materials seemed to be stashed randomly. Also, the office was decorated very simply. There wasn''t


    much other than a desk and a few chairs.


    A pillow was on the floor beside the deck chair. It must''ve fallen there. Elizabeth picked up the pillow


    and, without really thinking about it, began to straighten up the ce.


    When she was finished, she checked the time and realized that almost an hour had already passed.


    It was also getting dark outside.


    She didn''t want to wait for nothing, so she called J.


    "J, I think Dr. Watson isn''t here. I''ve been waiting a long time, but I haven''t seen him. How


    about Ie back tomorrow?" Elizabeth felt helpless.


    At this time, J was already home, lying in her man''s arms, and watching TV. She replied,


    "That''s impossible. I asked Brandon to call the hospital as soon as I was done with work, and he


    told me that Frank was still there. You can wait a little longer. Maybe Frank is almost done with


    whatever he''s doing."


    "But I''m afraid that he''ll just tell me the same thing. I''ve seen several doctors before." Elizabeth was


    afraid that she''d just receive another blow from Frank. She was concerned that he''d tell her that he


    didn''t know what was wrong with her hand and had no idea how to fix it.


    "Maybe the doctors you saw before didn''t perform a thorough examination," Jforted her


    over the phone.


    "You always like saying nice things, don''t you?" Elizabeth sat on the chair, feeling exhausted.


    "It''s impossible that your hand can''t be cured. If anyone can fix it, it''s Frank. His skills are legendary


    in the medical industry." Noticing that Elizabeth''s voice took on a low timbre, J felt concerned.


    Elizabeth pursed her lips. With a bitter smile on her face, she said, "If my hand is already a lost


    cause... Then maybe it''s retribution."


    Feeling even more anxious, J replied, "Don''t be so negative. Frank is a great doctor. I''m sure


    he can help you. And did I mention that he''s also good looking? You can— Ouch! Brandon! Why did


    you pinch me?"


    Elizabeth became more depressed. She said with a sigh, "I''ll let you go now. You just got home from


    work. You should rest. I''ll talk to youter, okay?"


    Before J could say anything else, Elizabeth hung up and then left Frank''s office.


    But as soon as she walked out the door, she bumped into a male doctor who was taking off his


    surgical gown.


    "I''m sorry," the doctor apologized without raising his head.


    Elizabeth looked up at him and found that he looked exhausted. He looked very slovenly, and there


    were dark circles under his eyes. He put hisb coat over his shoulder, walked past Elizabeth like a


    ghost, and shuffled into Frank''s office.


    Then, Elizabeth snapped back to her senses. Was that man Frank Watson?


    But he looked totally different from what J had described. He was disheveled and appeared


    dispirited.


    Elizabeth wasn''t sure if the man was the handsome doctor that J had been talking about.


    She hesitated for a few seconds and then followed him into the office. When she entered, the doctor


    was sitting at the desk, motionless and downcast.


    Elizabeth knocked on the door twice, cleared her throat, and then asked, "Hi. Are you Dr. Watson?"