Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 393 - Im afraid others will think I cant

Chapter 393: Chapter 393: I’m afraid others will think I can’t afford to support my wife Chapter 393 -393: I’m afraid others will think I can’t afford to support my wife The car headed to International Hospital.

Unlike last time at the city hospital, Abigail had many concerns. International Hospital completely belonged to the Piers, making Brandon’s arrangements much simpler.

Upon arrival, ten minutes later Abigail entered the operating room.

After her rebirth, Abigail had a very strong sense of spatial intelligence. She looked at the person on the operating table, “Ultrasound cardiogram.”

“The previous cardiogram was very normal.” Although the hospital didn’t know which doctor they had invited, since they could invite such a doctor at this time, it must not be an insignificant person, answered the responsible doctor.

Abigail didn’t speak. She looked at the echocardiogram, her expression serious, “There is an indentation deformity in the left atrium.”

The responsible chief surgeon looked at the echocardiogram and shook his head, “I didn’t see it.”

“That’s because it’s very slight, and pericardial effusion has already appeared,” Abigail responded.

“Impossible.”

“Although rare, it’s not impossible. The car explosion caused broken glass to pierce the carotid artery. Small pieces of shattered glass entered the bloodstream, likely traveled through the jugular vein to the brachiocephalic vein, into the superior vena cava, causing blood to seep from the back of the heart, restricting ventricular expansion during diastole and blood filling, leading to heart failure.” At this, Abigail stopped, “Give me a size fourteen needle.”

The previously responsible attending physician instinctively obeyed. Before long, Abigail extracted a very small piece of glass from the body, and the person on the surgical table’s heartbeat gradually returned to normal.

Others looked in surprise at that tiny piece of glass, smaller than a fingernail, which almost took the patient’s life. But how did she see it?

Such subtle changes!

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Meanwhile, Abigail had already left the operating room.

“Finished?” The operating room door opened and Brandon strode forward.

“Hmm.” Abigail nodded and turned to change clothes.

At this time, the hospital’s chief surgeon rushed out, not seeing Abigail but spotting Brandon. He asked excitedly, “Second Young Master, where did you find that female doctor? Is there any chance we can hire her for our hospital? I can even let her have my position.”

Brandon looked at his employee’s eager face, haughtily raising an eyebrow, “No chance.”

“Huh?” The chief surgeon was stunned by this statement, “Isn’t our hospital not short on funds? She seems comparable to Dean Foster of Sincere. If we could hire her, our hospital’s surgery ranking might significantly improve, which would benefit the hospital and Piers alike.”

Brandon gave a contemptuous glance while feeling a bit proudly smug, “We can’t afford her.”

After saying this, Brandon walked towards Abigail who had finished changing clothes, “Ready? Let’s go home.”

These bastards! One by one, they all want to make a move on his plump beauty.

The attending physician didn’t recognize Abigail, who had changed clothes, and was still thinking dumbfoundedly about the second young master’s words of being unaffordable. Could there really be a doctor even Piers couldn’t afford?

Could the Piers family really be having some problem as the rumors suggested?

“Dr. Curme, what’s wrong? Did you find the female doctor?” At this time, an assistant walked out, looking at the dazed chief concernedly.

“No. Do you have any idea who she might be?” Chief Curme asked thoughtfully.

The assistant thought for a moment, “Could she be Dr. Smith from Sincere? She was previously Dr. Smith’s special assistant. It’s said that she inherited the real skills of Dr. Smith, and even Dean Foster highly regards her abilities.”

“Really? No wonder we can’t hire her.” Chief Curme felt a bit dejected, “How’s the patient?”

“Out of danger now and should wake up by tomorrow.”

“Alright, let’s wrap it up.” Listening carefully, Chief Curme still felt regretful and somewhat frustrated. Why do all the skilled female doctors flock to Sincere?

Did Jeffrey Foster use his charm to attract them?

But their second young master also had charm! Unfortunately, he had unique tastes, liking plump women and even specially accompanied one to the hospital for a postpartum checkup today.

No, Sincere also had Piers’ investment, so a female doctor at Sincere or International wouldn’t affect the second young master much. Chief Curme felt a bit despondent, turning dejectedly back into the operating room.

In the car.

Brandon haughtily glanced at Abigail, “Did you wash your hands clean?”

“Why don’t you check?” She, a germaphobe, wouldn’t wash her hands clean?

“Ok.”

Abigail, “…”

Brandon picked up Abigail’s hand, meticulously examining it, “Hmm. Not bad. Try to avoid surgery in the future, understand? The smell of blood is too heavy.”

“When I was operating on you, you didn’t say that,” Abigail said, annoyed.

Brandon played with Abigail’s soft hand, “I was unconscious then, didn’t say anything.”

“Hehe.” Abigail withdrew her hand, “I studied medicine. If I don’t perform surgery, what kind of doctor would I be?”

Brandon was stumped, remembering how as Dr. Smith, this woman performed over nine hundred surgeries in three years. She must genuinely love her job.

If he rashly forbade her, would she abandon him and devote herself to work, perhaps even into Jeffrey Foster’s arms?

In an instant, his face darkened, “It’s not impossible, but you need to moderate. Haven’t you read news about doctors collapsing from exhaustion? From now on, I will decide the number of surgeries you take.”

Abigail gave Brandon a puzzled look. She felt this man seemed to know something. But his expression didn’t suggest it, so she reached out and poked his hand, “Afraid I’ll exhaust myself to death?”

“Not exactly. I’m afraid others will think I can’t support my wife.” He maintained his always haughty attitude.

Abigail chuckled, “I’m not your wife yet.”

“We’ll get a marriage certificate next year when you turn twenty.” Brandon was dissatisfied. They already had a child; what else could she be?

As for who she really was, he didn’t care at all.

Actually, he wasn’t clear on who Abigail was either. He felt that even though Abigail claimed she wasn’t necessarily Abigail Green, the pain Abigail Green experienced was still real for her, yet she also possessed Abigail’s medical skills and memories.

He couldn’t understand this supernatural existence, but the only thing he was sure of was his heart.

Before being attracted to a woman, he had never experienced such a mix of emotions.

Wanting to possess her, getting jealous, yet feeling proud of her being acknowledged by others, like a fool, finding every aspect of her adorable.

Abigail saw Brandon’s face inexplicably smiling after talking about getting a marriage certificate. That impossibly handsome face even showed a hint of suspicious affection, making her more certain of her thoughts, and her own mouth couldn’t help but lift.

So this was what it felt like to be liked so blatantly.

A bit sweet, a bit sour, and somewhat uncontrollably joyful.

Realizing that Abigail hadn’t answered, Brandon’s face darkened. He assumed she was thinking about another man and declared domineeringly, “I was informing you, not asking for your opinion.”

“Oh, does Second Young Master even command proposals? But I’m marrying without ever dating, it feels regretful.”

“Who said anything about proposing?” Brandon haughtily snapped, then suddenly felt delighted. Did this plump beauty never date?

Abigail, “…”

She considered herself self-righteous!