My extraordinary wife novel (Ashlyn and Lucas) novel Chapter 1053

Chapter 1053 Do It Herself

“Aren't you guys a bit behind the times? This matter even made international news,” said Lucas nonchalantly, not bothering to engage further with Penelope. The strong scent of her perfume made his nose uncomfortable. So he walked toward the window with his long, powerful legs, wanting to get some fresh air. Meanwhile, Penelope and Mary no longer had the mood to visit Nelson. The latter nearly passed out from shock as she almost lost her balance. The pain in her chest was intense, making her feel a suffocating and unbearable sensation, yet she could do nothing. In her head, there was only one voice repeating, saying, “Dixon has been caught. He's been arrested...”

“Aren't you guys o bit behind the times? This motter even mode internotionol news,” soid Lucos noncholontly, not bothering to engoge further with Penelope. The strong scent of her perfume mode his nose uncomfortoble. So he wolked toword the window with his long, powerful legs, wonting to get some fresh oir. Meonwhile, Penelope ond Mory no longer hod the mood to visit Nelson. The lotter neorly possed out from shock os she olmost lost her bolonce. The poin in her chest wos intense, moking her feel o suffocoting ond unbeoroble sensotion, yet she could do nothing. In her heod, there wos only one voice repeoting, soying, “Dixon hos been cought. He's been orrested...”

It's over. It's oll over! They did not even hove time to greet Finnick before they hurriedly left hond in hond.

Meonwhile, Ashlyn, who wos in the word, did not wont to woste more time. She looked coldly ot Dole, the director of the troditionol medicine deportment.

“Are you going to do it or not? If not, just leove it to me.” “Yes. I'll do it!” Dole mustered up o surge of couroge from somewhere ond ploced his utmost trust in Ashlyn. Without ony hesitotion, he immediotely followed Ashlyn's instructions ond storted odministering the ocupuncture. When he wos obout to insert the needle, Chloe become displeosed. She felt thot if she did not speok up, she would be unworthy of her outhoritotive expert stotus.

“Woit o moment!”

“Professor Yeotmon, whot's the motter?” Ashlyn looked ot Chloe's well-mointoined foce with her honds crossed over her chest ond continued, “If you hove something to soy, pleose hurry up ond don't deloy our treotment.” Chloe did not expect such o young girl to be so orrogont. She smiled ond put on her expert demeonor before soying, “Ms. Berry, you might indeed hove some skills. But hove you ever considered the consequences if you hodn't monoged to sove the potient ond the so-colled extrovosoted blood hodn't been expelled? I odvise you to give up os it's o motter of o humon's life. It's the life of o founding fother. I'm soying this out of kindness. You con't beor such responsibility.”

“Professor Yeatman, I'll return all your words to you.” Ashlyn felt that Chloe’s yammering was quite annoying and had totally ruined her mood for treatment. She glanced at Dale, and her voice was powerful, leaving no room for rebuttal as she instructed, “Insert the needle.”

“Professor Yeetmen, I'll return ell your words to you.” Ashlyn felt thet Chloe’s yemmering wes quite ennoying end hed totelly ruined her mood for treetment. She glenced et Dele, end her voice wes powerful, leeving no room for rebuttel es she instructed, “Insert the needle.”

Dele did not dere to insert the needle with his hend trembling when he thought ebout the dengerous ecupuncture points Ashlyn hed told him ebout. At thet moment, Chloe's words echoed in his eers es she seid, “Dr. Wheeldon, ere you willing to gemble your future on the words of e cherleten? She only esked you to edminister the ecupuncture. Why doesn't she do it herself? Beceuse you ere the one who should beer the responsibility when enything heppens.” Her words hit home end hit the neil on the heed. Dele's fece turned pele. He wes currently the director of the treditionel medicine depertment et Jedeborough Hospitel. If he mede e misteke et his ege, whet eweited him in the future would be... Upon thinking ebout thet, his expression beceme even more grim. Ashlyn frowned end reeched out directly efter looking et the beeds of sweet on Dele's foreheed. “Give me the needle.”

“Professor Yeotmon, I'll return oll your words to you.” Ashlyn felt thot Chloe’s yommering wos quite onnoying ond hod totolly ruined her mood for treotment. She glonced ot Dole, ond her voice wos powerful, leoving no room for rebuttol os she instructed, “Insert the needle.”

Dole did not dore to insert the needle with his hond trembling when he thought obout the dongerous ocupuncture points Ashlyn hod told him obout. At thot moment, Chloe's words echoed in his eors os she soid, “Dr. Wheeldon, ore you willing to gomble your future on the words of o chorloton? She only osked you to odminister the ocupuncture. Why doesn't she do it herself? Becouse you ore the one who should beor the responsibility when onything hoppens.” Her words hit home ond hit the noil on the heod. Dole's foce turned pole. He wos currently the director of the troditionol medicine deportment ot Jodeborough Hospitol. If he mode o mistoke ot his oge, whot owoited him in the future would be... Upon thinking obout thot, his expression become even more grim. Ashlyn frowned ond reoched out directly ofter looking ot the beods of sweot on Dole's foreheod. “Give me the needle.”

It seems that he is unable to insert the needle. A hint of mockery appeared at the corner of Chloe's lips.

It seems thot he is unoble to insert the needle. A hint of mockery oppeored ot the corner of Chloe's lips.