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.”

bed, the stormy look returning

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

now,” Sam

to the screen, and he asked,

an isolation gown before going to Francesca. His hands stilled when he heard

said, “After you,

Francesca insisted Danrique treat him with respect as a father figure. Danrique had dismissed that request with a “Nonsense,” but now that he was

assisted Dr. Felch out of the room, and

was a peculiar sense of familiarity,

took a moment to size each

“It's you?”

“It's you!”

unbidden in their

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