When Jeffrey heard the voice, he frowned and turned his head with a clenched jaw. The newcomer was followed by a throng of bodyguards. He didn't even glance at Jeffrey but walked past him directly to Melanie and embraced her. "Don’t be scared. I’m here." “Mmm…” Melanie nodded slightly. Their soft murmurs to each other ignited a raging fire within Jeffrey, and his eyes turned bloodshot at once. “Mr. Frost, it’s impolite to break into my house.” “I came to pick up my fiancee. Your bodyguards stopped me, which was also impolite.” Gabriel's face was tinged with anger, "You’re the one who’s rude! Mr. Yancey, you shouldn’t have disrespected my fiancee!” Each time Gabriel referred to Melanie as his fiancee, it stabbed at Jeffrey's heart, leaving him in helpless, gnashing pain. “Let’s go.” Gabriel's hand slid down to Melanie's waist, gently encircling her slender frame, and led her out the door. The Frost family's bodyguards followed in orderly fashion. Bang! Jeffrey clenched
In the afternoon, Melanie accompanied Professor Turner to Maximilian's residence. On the way there, she sent a message to Professor Marshall. "Professor, I'm back in Delfino now. When will you be back? I have some questions I would like to ask you in person." She had a plan in mind for sending this message at this time. She was going to probe Maximilian's true identity at his home today, and this message was her aid. Sure enough, just as the car entered Maximilian's courtyard, Melanie received a reply from Professor Marshall. "I am already in Delfino and can meet anytime." "Who is it?" Professor Turner, noticing that she was preoccupied and constantly checking her phone during the ride, asked with concern. "Professor Marshall." Melanie did not hide it from Professor Turner. "He wants to meet you?" Melanie had previously told Professor Turner that once she arrived in Delfino, she might train under Professor Marshall. "He's back now and said we can meet anytime, but I hav
"Professor Marshall... it's me..." Melanie was surprised for a few seconds before she instinctively responded. "I know it's you. So, are you ready to meet with me?" Professor Marshall's voice was very calm on the other end of the phone. "I'm free anytime. It depends on when you are available." Melanie suppressed her emotions, but her eyes were still fixed on Maximilian behind the glass wall. Although she was rather far from him and the glass wall made it difficult to see clearly, she could roughly make out that Maximilian's hands were down, and he was not on the phone. "Let's make it tomorrow then, I'll send you the address later," Professor Marshall said. "Okay, I'll wait for your message." After that, Melanie hung up the phone. She felt somewhat disappointed. Maximilian was within her line of sight, but Professor Marshall was the one on the phone. So, were they really not the same person? After a while, Maximilian brought out some new tea specially brewed for Mela
"An extraordinary hospital," Professor Marshall explained. Mei's eyebrows furrowed slightly, her expression one of hesitation. "What's wrong? Didn't you just say you were ready?" Professor Marshall scrutinized her, asking. "I am ready, but I just arrived in Delfino, and I promised my baby I’d spend more time with him..." Melanie was in a dilemma. "That's fine." Professor Marshall had already stood up, ready to leave. "Whether you come or not is up to you, but once I leave, I don’t know when I’ll return, and you might not be able to find me for a long time." This statement made Melanie even more suspicious. "What kind of hospital is it that you would lose contact with the outside world?" she asked directly. Professor Marshall laughed out loud. "You're overthinking it. It's not about losing contact, but when I get busy, I really don’t have time to look at my phone." "Would you be that busy?" Melanie asked. "Otherwise, they wouldn't have come to bother me." Having said t
"Let's begin the surgery!" Professor Marshall avoided Melanie's question. He took the scalpel from the nurse and made an incision in one of the patient's calves. The patient on his left needed a bullet extracted from his calf, while the patient on his right required a spleen suturing surgery. Professor Marshall stood in the middle, looking back and forth, as both surgeries proceeded. Melanie, acting as his assistant and apprentice, was completely focused, amazed by Professor Marshall's medical skills and concentration. "Professor Marshall!" A nurse monitoring the equipment suddenly exclaimed, "The patient undergoing spleen suturing is having difficulty breathing! His blood oxygen saturation is rapidly dropping!" At that moment, Professor Marshall was extracting a bullet from the leg of the gunshot victim and cleaning the wound track. He quickly glanced at the monitor and said to Melanie, "Go check on him." "Okay." Melanie knew the situation was urgent and hurriedly
Although Melanie didn't do it on purpose, she still said, "Sorry..." before turning off her flashlight. She thought to herself that all the residents here were hospital staff who had been as busy as bees all day. Her own hands were trembling even when she tried to eat, yet these people still had the energy to foster relationships. Impressive! Melanie smiled wryly and lay on her own bed, falling asleep the moment she closed her eyes. - Melanie thought she had slept for a long time. However, when she was awakened by a loud commotion outside and looked at her watch, she realized that she had only been asleep for half an hour. Deep sleep really was restorative. Stretching, Melanie noticed that the neighboring bed was empty. She left the tent and, hearing the distant noise, asked a nurse who was passing by, "What's going on?" "A patient is arguing with a doctor," the nurse replied. Rubbing her sore arm, Melanie nodded and followed the crowd toward the noise. Everyone spoke Ver
Caleb was stunned for a moment. He suddenly became agitated and said, "Dr. Jones, you are brought here by Professor Marshall, and perhaps you have a broader perspective than us, but I can guarantee that this person's leg must be amputated!" "His leg muscles have just begun to atrophy, and they haven't completely necrotized yet. If we perform trauma surgery quickly to control the spread of inflammation, we can save his leg," Melanie argued with reason. "Even if the surgery goes smoothly, he won’t be able to feel his legs! He would have two useless limbs attached to his body and we can't guarantee they won't cause an inflammation outbreak at any time, so they still need to be amputated! We would be leaving behind a disaster!" Caleb disagreed. "I understand your concerns. You're judging based on your extensive clinical experience, but if you can operate on him quickly, and the surgery is successful, I can use acupuncture therapy post-surgery to help his legs regain sensation, and th
"What important things?" Melanie was puzzled. "What do you mean?" "That depends on your understanding," Professor Marshall answered vaguely, avoiding a direct answer. "Some people think that territorial issues are a big deal, some believe that trade secrets are a big deal, and others think that keeping their family safe is a big deal, isn’t it?" After speaking, Professor Marshall stretched lazily and rubbed his back, saying, "I’ll go back to sleep while it’s quiet. I’ll be busy after dawn." With that, he turned and left. Melanie stood still for a moment. There were many secrets hidden in this hospital, and Professor Marshall was tight-lipped about them. The more secretive he was, the more curious she became. As night fell, the hospital enjoyed a rare moment of tranquility. Melanie gazed at the distant horizon, thinking. The patients here indeed came in large batches and not sporadically, which suggested that they were on a mission. And all of them were on different miss