And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 118

You…” The color drained from Bainbridge’s face, leaving him ashen with fury.

Gwendolyn stood tall, her spine straight as an arrow, and turned to leave.

“Bitch!” Bainbridge hissed after her retreating figure, cursing under his breath.

Gwendolyn hesitated at the sound of his icy voice but quickly regained her composure. She rounded the corner of the corridor, pulling out her smartphone to check the notifications. The screen displayed the Food and Drug Administration’s page.

She had previously gathered samples from Lifespan Locust Pharmacy, conducted tests, and compared results, submitting the evidence to the FDA.

The FDA had issued a notice that very morning, but Waldo had fled.

She felt a twinge of regret.

“Gwendolyn! Emergency!” Sandra shouted. Upon finally finding Gwendolyn, relief washed over her. “Thank goodness I’ve found you.”

“What’s the situation?” Asking, Gwendolyn pocketed her phone.

“There’s a complicated case in Obstetrics. A pregnant woman is in distress, exhausted and allergic to oxytocin! Dr. Yates is off today and rushing over, but he said you’re solid with the basics. Go stabilize the situation!” Sandra hurriedly pulled Gwendolyn along.

“What’s the patient’s condition?” Gwendolyn asked, her expression grave.

“She’s faint and unconscious. It’s critical.”

“Can’t they perform a C–section?”

at forty–six for a second

maternity ward, where a small crowd had gathered. Gwendolyn quickly scrubbed in

situation with composed eyes and took out

Yates will be here shortly!” the obstetrician

patient herself was unaware, and her admission

patient’s vital energy was weak, so she added needles for good

placed, the patient soon regained consciousness, to the relief

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of everyone present

Remember to breathe

think of your child! Don’t you want

woman on the bed clenched her teeth, screaming

was filled with the cries of a newborn. The mother,

it’s a boy.”

him up, chuckled, “Mrs. Lopez is probably going to regret this. She’s been longing for a daughter.”

No wonder Dr. Yates wants to mentor you.

quietly to herself and leaned over for a

she know that her connection with this child would grow deeper and deeper

the future.

washed her hands and packed away her

off her mask, she took a deep breas, stepping out of the

how’s my wife?”

mom OK…?”