NovelEnglishChapter 1465: Updating the
"Goodnight." Claire watched the two girls leave with a smile, seeing them sensibly close the door behind them. Now she was alone
in the room.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, her smile faded as she sighed softly. How could she have lost her memory? Although the condition
wasn't severe, it was quite bizarre. Would anyone believe it if she wrote this experience into a ?
She got up and walked to the desk, grabbing the mouse and opening the website... Yes, she was going to update.
On the snight, at the Charity Medical Center, Rowan Watson had cto the hospital today. An urgent neurosurgery required
his expertise. For a doctor, nothing was more important than life. Rowan Watson adjusted his state and devoted himself
wholeheartedly.
The operating room was brightly lit. The scalpel in his hand was thin, and his assistants and team members were just as calm and
steady as him.
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At this moment, his phone screen lit up in his office drawer, displaying a text message: "Hello, the you're tracking has been
updated."
Inside the operating room, Rowan Watson's eyebrows furrowed, "The tumor is malignant and has developed so rapidly that it has
invaded the surrounding tissues and is seriously adhered. When was the MRI taken?"
"Three days ago," someone replied.
The person continued, "Mr. Adams, MRIs were done three days ago and five days ago. There was not much change in comparison,
but we didn't expect this in three days..."
"Enough." Rowan Watson immediately becstern, "We now need to strip these tumors and the adhering tissues around them,
try to minimize bleeding, and shorten the time. Let's begin."
"Yes."
Under the operating light, in front of the operating table, Rowan Watson kept his cool in the face of danger. He was like a beacon of
light, akin to an angel, professional, calm... he brought hope to everyone.
At night, in a suite at the Charity Medical Center, Eason dialed Tristan's number on his phone, "Brother, | don't need to have an IV
drip tomorrow. Can Monica taketo the welfare home?"
"Sure."
Tristan agreed and the two brothers chatted briefly, "Then Eason, go to bed early tonight. Goodnight."
"Goodnight, brother."
Tristan hung up the phone. He had already returned home.
While walking upstairs, he dialed Monica's number. At this moment, Monica was chatting with Belinda. They were having an open
heart-to-heart conversation for the first time, talking about their father and marriage.
"So Belinda, stop being sharp-tongued but soft-hearted. When Algerone leans towards you, don't push him away so hard!" Monica
was giving advice to her mother, "You've missed so many years, don't miss any more."
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Her phone rang, interrupting Belinda mid-sentence.
Monica looked at her phone. It was Tristan? She quickly answered, "Hello?"
"Monica, are you free tomorrow?" Tristan's voice was gentle, "Eason said he doesn't need an IV drip and wants you to take him to
the welfare home."
"Sure, no problem, just arrange your time."
"Mm." Tristan responded, "Then I'll cover to pick you up tomorrow. Goodnight."
"Okay, goodnight."
After Tristan hung up, Monica put down her phone. The smile on her lips revealed her mood.
Belinda asked her, "What's going on with you and Tristan? Are you two dating?"
"..." Monica was speechless, "l don't know if it counts. We haven't made it clear, but it seems like it."
"What are you saying?" Belinda frowned, "Doesn't he like you?"
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