Super Mommy and Her Triplets

Chapter 120

Sensing her gaze, Justin looked up, and their eyes met.

Neither of them spoke.

Instead, Veronique smiled and turned toward Artemis, saying, “Justin is the only person I know in the medical field.”

Artemis arched his brows and smiled back faintly. His gaze seemed to say that he had something on his mind, but he did not express it. “I see. Whatever it is, I'm entrusting him to you,” he finally uttered.

“I'll try my best,” Veronique promised, nodding.

With that said, she paced over to the table and smiled at Justin. “It's been a while,” she greeted casually.

Justin spared her a glance as he took out a stack of records from a folder. “These are the patient's recent medical records. Have a scan. Check them out and let me know if you have any questions.”

Veronique took the documents from him but did not flip through them immediately. A brief silence ensued before she spoke. “I heard you and your fiancée are getting married. I hope I'm invited to the wedding.”

Justin stitched his brows, and his gaze froze. “The Revelle family will be invited to the wedding. Let's stick to business, shall we? We'll talk about this later.”

Veronique forced a rigid smile and looked down at the report in her hand.

Her face fell at first glance.

“A central nervous system tumor? Grandpa didn't tell me about this before I came back,” she exclaimed.

Is this a ruse? Gosh. I can't believe that old man worked with them to trick me into coming back. He'll get it from me when I go home.

“Is it going to be difficult?” Artemis asked on the other side.

“Yes. Very,” Veronique replied, scanning through the documents.

Her face gloomed the more she read.

“So, the tumor cells worsened, turned malignant, and metastasized...”

Veronique closed her eyes briefly and turned toward Artemis and the rest, shaking her head. “There would still have been a thirty-percent success rate if the cancer in his hindbrain had not worsened, but from what I see in the reports, the cells have already spread to other cranial nerves, so there's no way I can perform this surgery... I'm sorry.”

Everyone paled when they heard that.

arms. “Vero, you saved the king of Eskaria three years ago. You must be able to save my father too! Please. You're the only surgeon in the world that would do this craniotomy procedure. We can only watch

her goze, Justin looked up, ond their eyes

Neither of them spoke.

turned toword Artemis, soying, “Justin is the only person I know in the

mind, but he did not express it.

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years ago. Besides, the king's condition is different from Old Mr. Chivers'. His cancer had not worsened, and the cells had not spread at the time of operation. Even for a case like that, the success rate was only twenty percent. Moreover, the patient was only forty-over years old at that time. Old Mr. Chivers is already eighty. We don't even

persuade her, but

is the survival rate if you're the one doing

bit before answering, “Not even ten percent. I wasn't even confident enough to perform a twenty-percent survival rate surgery for the Eskarian king—let alone Old Mr. Chivers' operation. His condition is

We'll see if we can develop a treatment plan for him. Give me three days. If you guys don't hear back

with despair written all over

understand if you don't want to take the risk,” Artemis said after a pause as if he had made up his

to Edmund and continued, “Bring her to Granddad's ward

“Sure.”

the two had left, Felicity glowered at Artemis, seething, “Why did you forbid me from asking about Anonymous? Veronique is the only one who knows where she is. Anonymous is our only

she's not obliged in any way to tell us about anything about Anonymous. She'll turn you down immediately if you ask her about it. This will only

was stumped