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.

bewildered, but Audrey herself was puzzled

"I appreciate your help, Mr. Fletcher. Could you tell me the success rate of this surgery?" Grant replied, "The patient's condition

Harpers felt a wave of relief

said passionately, "Mr. Fletcher, you're an expert in this field. We trust

a word. I'll certainly try my best. It's just..." Grant

and he thought to himself that no matter what Dr. Grant asked for, he would

and said, "This surgery is highly complex. With only me operating, the success rate is probably around fifty percent. I need

adopted a weary expression immediately, rubbing his shoulder and saying weakly, "Mr. Fletcher, it's not that I don't want to help with the

simply don't have the strength. Besides, with a surgery this risky, if anything were to go wrong, I wouldn't be

looked anything but exhausted. He clearly just wanted to abuse his authority

his head and pleaded

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

threat in his tone,

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, I'm willing to

handle the surgery myself. No need for Mr. Arnold's help." A calm

turned toward