The Unveiling of Secret Queen

”It’s alright, it’s alright.” Mrs. Davidson patted her back to comfort her.

Mr. Davidson also disapprovingly said to Kenzie Nabours, ”Leony didn’t mean any harm. She’s just worried about Marcella and said a few more words. If you don’t want to listen, just talk to her properly. She’s not the type who doesn’t listen. We are a family, why be like this?”

Mrs. Davidson was more concerned about what Leony said, pulling a long face, her gaze unfriendly as it landed on Nathalie Quinlan, then she shifted her line of sight to Kenzie Nabours, asking in a deep voice, ”Kenzie, is what Leony said true? Is she really Marcella’s doctor? Was it her who prescribed the medicine?”

Kenzie Nabours could sternly ask Leony to leave, but he couldn’t talk to Mrs. Davidson like that.

Seeing Mrs. Davidson getting involved, he furrowed his brow, instinctively opening his mouth, just about to tell them not to dwell on this at such a critical time.

Could this be more important than Marcella’s life and death?

He hadn’t had the chance to speak to Mrs. Davidson yet.

A doctor from the operating room hurried out, urgently addressing the people in the corridor, ”This is not good, the patient’s vital signs are rapidly declining! We must proceed with the surgery immediately.”

Marcella had been adjusting her body and hadn’t undergone the cancer cell removal surgery yet.

So the surgery the hospital mentioned at this time was a major operation involving both gastric lavage and cancer cell removal.

It’s extremely challenging.

Few people in Inderia would dare to attempt it.

Initially, Nathalie Quinlan was still listening to Kenzie Nabours and the others discussing Marcella’s situation. Upon seeing the unexpected situation arise, she didn’t panic like the others in the corridor.

Instead, she calmly took out her phone and stepped aside to make a call.

The phone call connected instantly.

Nathalie’s voice was low and hoarse, seemingly not urgent, but those who knew her well would know she was already very anxious: ”Haven’t you arrived yet?”

”Arrived.”

”How long until you get up here?”

”I’m waiting for the elevator, one minute.”

”I’ll wait for you.” Before the girl hung up the phone, she emphasized, ”The situation has changed, hurry up.”

At this moment, in the hospital’s elevator.

Caleb Dax was asking, ”What’s going on? What situation has changed, what’s happening on your side?”

Before he could finish speaking, he realized the other party had hung up the phone and hadn’t heard him at all.

Caleb Dax looked frustrated, slowly putting down his phone, and said to his assistant beside him, ”Let’s take the stairs.”

”Mr. Dax, you want to take the stairs?” The assistant was startled, looking at the elevator button’s floor number and said, ”The elevator is almost here, should we wait a bit longer?”

Caleb Dax waved his hand dismissively, ”No need to wait, we’ll take the stairs, it’s just to the third floor, we’ll be there quickly. There are too many people using the elevator in the hospital; who knows how long we’ll have to wait.”

The assistant had no choice but to follow him.

Following him up the stairs, the assistant’s mind was racing, trying to figure out who could be important enough for the president of the Pharmaceutical Association to disregard his age and climb the stairs to see a patient.

The weight of this person in Mr. Dax’s heart must be immense, for him to go to this extent.

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”I’ll perform the surgery.”

The doctors in the corridor had all come out.

But the situation was still the same as before, with no one willing to take responsibility for Marcella’s condition, so no one was willing to step up and perform the surgery.

The discussions were filled with useless arguments about ’the patient’s condition is critical’, ’the surgery risk is too high’, and ’whether the patient needs immediate surgery.’

In reality, Marcella couldn’t afford to wait.

By the time they arrived at a conclusion, it might be too late.