The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 248

Muttering under her breath, Lucille hurriedly shuffled out of the room to chase after him.

I assumed she was rushing off to apologize to Ferris and do damage control.

But recalling Ferris's grim warning, a heavy knot of dread formed in my chest.

Uncle Silas had been getting regular checkups after his cerebral thrombosis surgery. While his last scan had come back clear, that didn't guarantee he'd be so lucky this time.

Despite Silas's grumbling, Lucille forced him to complete the full-body scan just as Ferris had ordered. Since I was on shift, I couldn't stay with them the whole time. Fortunately, Leon stepped up, acting as their personal guide and ensuring everything went smoothly.

It made me feel incredibly guilty for taking up his time.

During my lunch break, Leon called and asked me to meet him in Dr. Zephyr's office.

His tone was solemn.

The dread I had felt earlier spiked into full-blown panic.

When I walked into the office, the first thing I saw was a fresh CT scan pinned to the glowing light box. Both Dr. Zephyr and Leon looked incredibly grim. Leon shot me a look full of deep pity.

I approached the light box, immediately zeroing in on the dark anomaly on the scan. "Is this Uncle Silas's?"

Leon exchanged a heavy glance with Dr. Zephyr before turning back to me. "Selena, Dr. Zephyr suspects there's fluid buildup in his brain. The situation is not looking good."

My heart completely plummeted. "How bad is it?"

"Ferris, Selena's uncle has taken a critical turn," Leon cut in before I could speak, shoving the CT scans toward him with undeniable urgency. "You're the only one who can..."

"Didn't the patient demand to switch doctors?" Ferris interrupted coldly, his tone dripping with detachment. "Take it up with his primary physician."

Without even looking at the scans, he pushed Leon's hand away. His expression was a mask of cold arrogance.

Leon froze, then tried again. "But Dr. Zephyr said you're the only one with the experience to handle this specific procedure. We really need your help..."

"Do I look like I have nothing better to do?" Ferris suddenly took off his glasses and casually wiped the lenses, revealing the predatory eyes famous for surviving twelve-hour microsurgeries. The teardrop mole beneath his eye looked like a splash of frozen ink. His dark eyes flicked dismissively toward Leon. "Besides..."

He paused, his sharp gaze suddenly locking onto my face. His voice dropped to a deceptively soft murmur, slicing through the air like a scalpel making its first incision. "If I recall correctly, the patient is Dr. Hayes's uncle. Yet, judging by how frantic you are, Dr. Lennox, anyone would think it was your own flesh and blood lying in that bed."