My Stand-In Groom Is A Secret Tycoon by Lydia Pierce

Norman turned around hastily, only to see a doctor with graying hair and glasses striding over with authority, followed by several other doctors and department heads in white coats. Norman looked flustered as he spoke up. "Mr. Fletcher, what brings you here in person?"

Norman continued, his tone shaky, "Mr. Fletcher, please don't be upset! It's just a minor issue!"

Grant's gaze turned icy as he scolded, "Be quiet. There's no such thing as a 'minor issue' when it comes to a patient's life. After all your years as a doctor, do I really need to teach you that?"

The smile on Norman's face froze instantly. He tried to say something else, but Grant ignored him and walked straight over to Jessica, examining her condition carefully.

A moment later, Grant's expression grew more serious. He turned to the doctors behind him and commanded. "It's likely late-stage aneurysm with a rupture. Get her into the OR immediately and prepare for surgery." "Yes, Doctor," the other doctors responded quickly. Then they moved to push Jessica's wheelchair and took her into surgery.

Miles and Peter thanked him, expressing their gratitude over and over.

"It's nothing, and no need to thank me." Grant waved them off, then turned to Audrey with a respectful expression, saying, "This was a major oversight on our hospital's part.

"Thankfully, no irreversible harm was done. Otherwise, I don't know how I'd explain this to your husband!"

What? The director was here because of Audrey's husband? The Harpers and Dominic were all in shock.

'Who exactly is Audrey's husband to command such respect, even fear from the head of St. Johnson Hospital?' Dominic thought.

only was everyone else bewildered, but Audrey herself was puzzled by

Fletcher. Could you tell me the success rate of this surgery?" Grant replied, "The patient's condition is quite serious, but I'll be performing the surgery myself. I'll do

Harpers felt a

eyes welled up with tears as he said passionately, "Mr. Fletcher, you're

my best. It's just..." Grant trailed off, his brows furrowing as though

he thought to himself that no matter what Dr. Grant

With only me operating, the success rate is probably around fifty percent.

expression immediately, rubbing his shoulder and saying weakly, "Mr. Fletcher, it's not that

operation myself, so even if I wanted to assist, I simply don't have the strength. Besides, with a surgery this risky, if anything were

but exhausted. He

suffer further, finally lowered his head and pleaded humbly, "Mr. Arnold,

any good. My hands are so tired they're shaking. One slip

the threat in his tone, and his face turned

only reason he dared to act this way in the hospital was his surgical skills. Other than Grant, no one else at St. Johnson could perform this surgery. Norman smirked at Audrey, saying, "Ms. Rhodes, maybe you should reconsider Dominic's offer. If you agree,

for Mr. Arnold's help." A calm male voice

toward