Madam Escaped Again Sir novel Chapter 761

The woman bit down on her lip. Not wanting to dwell on this, she took a deep breath and suppressed the tempest within her, then forced out a smile as she pointed out, "Doctor, with all due respect, I think the most important thing we need to know now is how that man in the emergency room is doing, so we'd be grateful if you could tell us more about that. As for what I used to look like..." She trailed off, and a dark gleam came into her eyes, though it passed just as quickly as she continued, "I won't ever show up again in front of any of you once that man recovers from his injuries, so I don't think it means anything for you to know what I used to look like, does it?"

"She has a point, Dr. Lancaster. I mean, she's only a stranger to you, and it's a little strange to ask about what she used to look like. It’d be great if you could tell me how President Fuller is doing now," Tom urged, nodding in agreement with what the woman said.

The fluorescent lights bounced off Tim's glasses. He rather agreed as well that this woman was a stranger to him, and logically speaking, he ought not to be so interested in the procedure she had done even if she made herself look like a toad. But for some reason, there was something urging him to find out what she used to look like. He had a feeling that unveiling her past face would reveal something most shocking to them all.

As he thought this, he adjusted his glasses and drawled meaningfully, "Fine, then. Let's talk about Toby for now."

He wasn't in a rush to find out what the woman used to look like. After all, he had plenty of time after this to dig through her past if he wanted. If he set his mind to it, he could uncover anything he wanted, unless of course, he suddenly lost interest in it halfway through.

"Please," Tom urged, his fists clenching at his sides as he eyed Tim imploringly.

Tim threw a brief look over his shoulder at the emergency room, then looked back at the anxious assistant as he explained nonchalantly, "He's fine. He didn't get hurt from the accident, but he did hit the back of his head. That being said, the concussion is not the main cause of concern, nor did he black out because of it."

Upon hearing that Toby was alright, Tom let out a huge sigh of relief, and he placed a hand on his chest as he exclaimed joyously, "Oh, thank heavens! President Fuller is okay, which means I can give Old Madam Fuller a peace of mind. Guess I'll still get to keep my job!"

Next to him, the woman in the wheelchair did not seem overjoyed by the news of Toby's stable condition. On the contrary, she seemed a little peeved by the outcome, if not completely frustrated. He's fine? For goodness' sake, how is that possible? Damn it, why couldn't the impact have killed him on the spot? She had been so deliriously happy when she found out that he had fainted after the accident. She was convinced that he had been seriously injured. But as it turned out, he pulled through this just fine, and all he had was a concussion. This is... She clenched her fists and gritted her teeth, her heart filled with bitter resentment.

Tom had no idea what was going through her mind right now as he pressed Tim with even more urgency, "So what really made him pass out, Dr. Lancaster? Could it be his—" He broke off then, as if suddenly catching himself. He turned to look at the woman and bit out flatly, "Could you go somewhere else? You aren’t allowed to be privy to the rest of this conversation."

There was no courtesy in his tone, and even though he phrased it as a request, it sounded more like a command.

"Very well," the woman replied mildly, then wheeled herself toward the other end of the corridor, away from the two men who wished to speak in private.

When she was out of sight, she lowered her head, and her gaze darkened. What did he mean by that? If he won't let me listen in on the conversation, could it mean that there's something going on with Toby's health that no one should find out about? In that case... A cold smirk tugged on her lips as an insidious look flashed in her eyes. On the other end of the hallway, Tom turned back to Tim after dismissing the woman and asked, "Dr. Lancaster, did President Fuller black out because of his heart?"

"You could say that." Tim toyed with the scalpel and added indifferently, "The accident must have caused his adrenaline to spike, and as a result, it put a strain on his heart. That probably sent his system into shock, which explains why he passed out. He's alright now, and he'll wake up soon enough, but you have to work on finding the heart as soon as possible; he can't keep going on like this." "We've already found a donor," Tom said, raking his hand through his hair. "But the donor is still alive, which is why we're still waiting on the heart."

"Oh?" Tim raised a brow. "How much longer will he have to live?"

"About half a year."

Tim nodded slightly. "There's still time."

"You've put my worries to rest," Tom said with an airy laugh, clearly relieved to hear Tim's conclusion. He had been worried that Toby's heart would not be able to sustain the aftermath of this accident without its lifespan shortening, and if that were to come to pass, there was no telling if Toby could hold out another half a year longer. Now that Tim had said they would be in time for the heart transplant that could save Toby's life, Tom felt as if a weight had finally been lifted off his chest.

"Alright, pull yourself together. He'll be transferred to a hospital room soon, and he'll have to stay here for the night. But I want him out by tomorrow, or he'd just become a waste of space here," Tim said coldly, then let out a yawn as he turned to leave.