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?”

Can you believe she is at forty–six for a second child? They said she

where a small crowd had gathered. Gwendolyn quickly scrubbed in and

the situation with composed eyes and took out a set of fine

the patient. Dr. Yates will be here shortly!” the obstetrician said. “It’s really a matter of life and death with her many allergies.”

and

needles, inserting them into her body. The patient’s vital energy was weak, so she

needle perfectly placed, the patient soon

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of everyone present

to breathe deeply!”

of your child! Don’t you want a

bed clenched her teeth, screaming with a face flushed red

an hour later, the delivery room was filled with the cries of a newborn. The mother, exhausted,

a

Lopez is probably

No wonder Dr. Yates wants to mentor you. Come take a look! This little guy is so

smiled quietly to herself and leaned over for a glance.

her connection with this child would grow

the future.

and packed away

deep breas, stepping out

how’s my

my mom OK…?”