Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities novel (Jennifer and Ivan) novel Chapter 1161

Chapter 1161 Rowan Let Another Doctor Do His Surgery

Violet covered her belly while huddling up on the mat before the ouch. Her phone dropped, and her face twitched in pain.

"Claire..." Violet couldn't utter a word.
"Aunt Violet! What's wrong?" Claire exclaimed in a panic. She helped Violet up. "Do you have the gastric problem again? I'll send you to the hospital now."
Covering her chest, Violet paled, and her lips trembled. The pain almost suffocated her.
Claire squatted and pulled Violet's arms to prop on her shoulders.
"Stand up." Gritting her teeth, Claire tried hard to carry Violet on her back, bent over, and trotted out of the room.
Violet's weight numbed her legs. Feeling the soreness, Claire gritted her teeth more tightly.
It was challenging to carry her downstairs. If she lost balance, they both would roll down.
Claire gripped Violet's arms on her chest with one hand and held the handrail with the other. "Hang on, Aunt Violet."
She moved downstairs step by step.
Sweat oozed from her forehead. She panted and consoled Violet, "It's alright, Aunt Violet. Don't be afraid. A friend of mine is an excellent doctor. I'll call him after we sit in the car."
"Ehn." The piercing pain destroyed Violet's willpower. The stomachache was indeed awful.
Shortly after, the sharp pang made Violet almost unconscious. "Claire..." She choked her words. "Claire..."
"Don't talk, Aunt Violet. We're going to the hospital soon." Claire helped her sit in the backseat, soaking in sweat.
Then she trotted to the driver's seat, started the engine, and pulled out her phone.
Meanwhile, everything in Charity Medical Center was in order.
"Excuse me, Dean Watson. Are you ready?" A doctor went to Rowan. "The surgery will start soon. The anesthetist is ready."
"Go ahead to enter the operating room. I'll be right there." While answering, Rowan took off the doctor's gown.
"OK." The doctor strode away.
Suddenly, Rowan heard his phone ring. He pulled the phone to check the caller ID and saw Claire's name. Rowan was surprised.
He swiped to answer immediately, "Hello."
"Dr. Watson, my aunt has a severe stomachache. Please help her!" Claire almost shed tears. Rowan also heard the car honk at the same time.
"Are you driving?" His heart tightened. He was all his ears.
"Yes. I'm on the way to your hospital. Will arrive in about... five minutes." While holding the steering wheel with a hand, Claire pinched her phone in a panic.
Rowan said, "I'll wait for you in the lobby. Slow down. Don't panic. Safety always comes first."
"OK."
When Rowan ended the call, another doctor reminded him. "Dean Watson, the surgery is starting soon. Why are you still here?"
"Can you ask Dr. Wells to do the surgery instead? I have something urgent to deal with." Rowan got prepared. "Dr. Wells knew the patient's status, anyway. Please tell her that's my decision."
"OK." The doctor trotted away as the time was tight.
Rowan put on his white gown, called a few nurses to carry a stretcher, and headed downstairs. He looked calm and reliable.
Soon, a car pulled to the entrance quickly. Rowan caught sight of it and gazed at the door on the driver's side.
Seeing Claire hop down, he ordered the nurses, "That's the patient's car." Then he strode over.
The nurses held the stretcher to the vehicle.
Claire also saw Rowan, a ray of hope lighting up her eyes. She opened the rear door and said, "Aunt Violet, we've arrived at the hospital."
Rowan held her arm, gently pulled her away, and bent over to carry out Violet, who covered her chest in pain. Then he quickly put her on the stretcher.