Reborn as Mr.CEO’s Fat Wife - Chapter 639

Chapter 639: Chapter 639: Brandon, so tired Chapter 639: Chapter 639: Brandon, so tired The surgery lasted for a full two and a half hours.

When Abigail came out of the operating room, Brandon Piers rushed up first, “Abigail, how are you?”

“I’m fine.” Abigail wiped the sweat from her forehead, smiled at Brandon, then looked at her grandfather and Daniel, who wanted to come forward but didn’t dare. She nodded, “The surgery was very successful.”

The old man slumped back into the chair, and Daniel let out a deep breath. He knew his sister was the best.

Doctor John, standing nearby, glanced at Abigail with contempt. He didn’t believe the surgery was done by her; it must have been the team arranged by the director that succeeded.

But the next moment, the patient was wheeled out of the operating room, and several colleagues surrounded Abigail, their eyes full of admiration. One of the department heads, still in his surgical gown, looked eagerly at the young girl, “Dr. Green, I wonder if you’re interested in working at our hospital. The benefits are negotiable!”

John was stunned, and then heard the girl say a faint apology.

Did she refuse without even thinking?

This was the best hospital in Durin!

And the director’s attitude, could it really be that the girl completed the surgery herself? He couldn’t believe it and stepped forward, “Director, the surgery…”

“This Dr. Green is simply a genius. It’s a pity you didn’t participate in the surgery. Otherwise, you would have been amazed. I must review it with everyone. If it goes well, the success rate of such surgeries might increase by ten percent.” After speaking, the department head turned and left, completely ignoring the petrified Doctor John.

Doctor John wanted to ask Abigail something, but she had already gone to the changing room.

The patient was pushed back to the ward by nurses and family members.

John stood dazed, feeling he had missed something significant!

The ward.

The anesthesia hadn’t worn off yet. Clara Smith was pale with an oxygen tube. Wearing clean clothes, Abigail looked at Church Smith, “Grandpa, she will probably wake up tomorrow afternoon. I suggest you don’t appear for these few days. Wait until her condition is more stable and she’s willing to see you.”

“I understand.” The old man, being a doctor himself, naturally understood.

Abigail nodded and then looked at Daniel, “Leave her to you for these few days.”

“Don’t worry, sis,” Daniel quickly replied.

After two and a half hours of tense surgery, Abigail was exhausted, with no energy to argue about Daniel calling her sis more naturally. She turned to Brandon, “Brandon, I’m so tired.”

The old man and Daniel, who had just received serious instructions from Abigail, shivered at her sudden soft tone towards Brandon and simultaneously glared at Brandon.

Enduring their glare, Brandon stepped forward to embrace Abigail, “Yeah, let’s go home.”

Finishing her complaint, Abigail saw the reactions of her grandfather and Daniel. Realizing she had acted spoiled, her face turned red with embarrassment as she glanced resentfully at the man. It was all his fault for indulging her lately, making her act spoiled without thinking.

Far from being scolded, Brandon enjoyed it, his handsome face full of indulgence.

The old man and Daniel found it toothaching.

“Alright, you two go quickly.” The old man waved his hand unhappily. Indeed, daughters grown are hard to keep.

“And you?” Abigail was worried.

“Don’t worry, sis. I’m staying at a nearby hotel. I’ve already booked a suite for grandpa,” Daniel said quickly.

“Hurry and leave, don’t stay here in front of my eyes.” Church Smith knew that Abigail had been injured in an explosion a month ago and hadn’t fully recovered. Otherwise, she wouldn’t call a less than three-hour surgery tiring. He was very worried but still had to pretend.

Fortunately, Abigail was used to it and didn’t mind. Daniel glanced at the old man.

The old man didn’t realize anything was wrong and glanced at Brandon. He was very dissatisfied with him before. With such a handsome face, growing up in the Piers family, he couldn’t be a good person. But seeing Abigail’s natural closeness, especially her saying, “Brandon, I’m so tired,” almost refreshed his understanding of his granddaughter.

His granddaughter was always strong. Even when Abigail broke her leg, she didn’t cry in front of him. From Yale to Sincere Hospital, the effort and sweat she put in were unimaginable. He had never seen her complain or call herself tired, but she did it so easily with Brandon today.

It showed she really loved him and he truly cherished her.

Only in the most comfortable relationship could one relax.

And this should be his job as grandpa, but he failed miserably.

Poor Clara lived her life under his shadow. Fortunately, Abigail was lucky.

Seeing Abigail snuggling up to Brandon, his expression gentle, the old man felt both pleased and sad, “Don’t dawdle, go quickly.”

Abigail didn’t linger, nodded, and followed Brandon out.

In the ward, Daniel saw his grandfather’s reddened eyes, “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, just happy for your sister.” The old man turned his head to hide his emotional state.

He felt sad because Abigail’s happiness came at the price of a death. What was there to be happy about?

Daniel looked at the closed door, “Second brother is really different toward sister.”

“Hmph, what do you know, you fake foreigner!” The old man habitually cursed, realizing his mistake after, annoyed but seeing Daniel looking at him seriously, got angrier, “What, can’t I scold you?”

“Grandpa, I suggest just a suggestion you see a psychiatrist. Your condition should be alexithymia, a psychological disorder,” Daniel spoke seriously. Due to his mother, he had some understanding of psychology. He suspected his grandfather had alexithymia, just like his mother.

“Nonsense!” The old man retorted, looked at his daughter on the bed, “Let her rest.”

Daniel followed him, “Grandpa, I’m serious. You should see a doctor. Here’s a business card for a psychiatrist in this hospital.”

The old man snorted and ignored Daniel.

Watching him leave, Daniel regretted not following due to his mother. He put away the business card and instructed someone to take the old man to the hotel.

However, the old man returned to the hospital shortly after and awkwardly asked Daniel’s men for the psychological consultation room location, seemingly casually wandering there.

He wanted to know what alexithymia was. He saw it on Clara’s medical records as well, and that kid said he had it, too. Could this be hereditary?