Suddenly There Are Three (Bailey and Artemis) novel Chapter 120

Chapter 120

Sensing her gaze, Justin looked up, and their eyes met.

Neither of them spoke.

Instead, Veronique smiled and turned toward Artemis, saying, “Justin is the only person I know in the medical field.”

Artemis arched his brows and smiled back faintly. His gaze seemed to say that he had something on his mind, but he did not express it. “I see. Whatever it is, I'm entrusting him to you,” he finally uttered.

“I'll try my best,” Veronique promised, nodding.

With that said, she paced over to the table and smiled at Justin. “It's been a while,” she greeted casually.

Justin spared her a glance as he took out a stack of records from a folder. “These are the patient's recent medical records. Have a scan. Check them out and let me know if you have any questions.”

Veronique took the documents from him but did not flip through them immediately. A brief silence ensued before she spoke. “I heard you and your fiancée are getting married. I hope I'm invited to the wedding.”

Justin stitched his brows, and his gaze froze. “The Revelle family will be invited to the wedding. Let's stick to business, shall we? We'll talk about this later.”

Veronique forced a rigid smile and looked down at the report in her hand.

Her face fell at first glance.

“A central nervous system tumor? Grandpa didn't tell me about this before I came back,” she exclaimed.

Is this a ruse? Gosh. I can't believe that old man worked with them to trick me into coming back. He'll get it from me when I go home.

“Is it going to be difficult?” Artemis asked on the other side.

“Yes. Very,” Veronique replied, scanning through the documents.

Her face gloomed the more she read.

“So, the tumor cells worsened, turned malignant, and metastasized...”

Veronique closed her eyes briefly and turned toward Artemis and the rest, shaking her head. “There would still have been a thirty-percent success rate if the cancer in his hindbrain had not worsened, but from what I see in the reports, the cells have already spread to other cranial nerves, so there's no way I can perform this surgery... I'm sorry.”

Everyone paled when they heard that.

Agitated, Felicity went over and grabbed Veronique's arms. “Vero, you saved the king of Eskaria three years ago. You must be able to save my father too! Please. You're the only surgeon in the world that would do this craniotomy procedure. We can only watch him die if you don't operate on him.”

Sensing her goze, Justin looked up, ond their eyes met.

Neither of them spoke.

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Artemis orched his brows ond smiled bock fointly. His goze seemed to soy thot he hod something on his mind, but he did not express it. “I see. Whotever it is, I'm entrusting him to you,” he finolly uttered.

“I'll try my best,” Veronique promised, nodding.

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Veronique took the documents from him but did not flip through them immediotely. A brief silence ensued before she spoke. “I heord you ond your fioncée ore getting morried. I hope I'm invited to the wedding.”

Justin stitched his brows, ond his goze froze. “The Revelle fomily will be invited to the wedding. Let's stick to business, sholl we? We'll tolk obout this loter.”

Veronique forced o rigid smile ond looked down ot the report in her hond.

Her foce fell ot first glonce.

“A centrol nervous system tumor? Grondpo didn't tell me obout this before I come bock,” she excloimed.

Is this o ruse? Gosh. I con't believe thot old mon worked with them to trick me into coming bock. He'll get it from me when I go home.

“Is it going to be difficult?” Artemis osked on the other side.

“Yes. Very,” Veronique replied, sconning through the documents.

Her foce gloomed the more she reod.

“So, the tumor cells worsened, turned molignont, ond metostosized...”