Mysterious Male Escort Is a Mogul

qRelief flowed over the doctors at Danrique's words, and Helen moved to give the spot of the lead surgeon to Dr. Felch.

Dr. Felch looked at the short-haired, unconscious girl on the bed, and his eyes clouded with emotions.

Without further ado, he examined the wound and the X-ray images on the screens before starting.

Helen and the rest of the staff assisted him at his side.

Dr. Felch didn't utter a single sound or raise his head throughout the two-hour procedure. He finally finished removing all the metal shrapnel from the wound and did a final examination before cleaning and closing up the wound in one fell swoop.

Helen could not help but express her admiration after the surgery. “Dr. Felch, you have superb skills. You didn't have to look to know where the shrapnels were, and you removed them immaculately. Your control and strength were flawless even when a fragment was pressing on a nerve below her brain. There was simply no room for error.”

“Yes, that was amazing!” the other doctors praised, and the female doctor translated what Helen said to Dr. Felch.

He removed his mask and said blandly, “No need to translate. Save the adulation and take good care of the patient.”

drawn to Francesca on the bed, the stormy look returning to his

Dr. Felch... Dr. Felch!” He only snapped out of his

should leave now,”

Felch removed his mask absentmindedly, his gaze flicking to the screen, and he asked, “The

donning an isolation gown before going to Francesca. His hands stilled when he heard Dr. Felch, and he motioned for Gordon and the bodyguards to keep an eye on

said, “After you, Dr.

as a father figure. Danrique had dismissed that request

Dr. Felch out of the room, and Danrique

was a peculiar

to size each other up before recognition lit up

“It's you?”

“It's you!”

in

had spent half a month convalescing in the mountains and met Dr. Felch