<span style="font-size:24px"><strong>Chapter 705</strong>


    Be entered the office after knocking on the door.


    “Dr. Cartman.”


    “Ms. Thompson, you look flushed. Are you unwell?” Noticing her rosy cheeks, Scott asked out of


    concern.


    “Uh, I’m fine.”


    Once again, Justin proved a bastard to Be. She took a deep breath


    and touched her hot cheek. “Do we have the test result of the CT scan on Justin’s brain yet?”


    have it with me.”


    Scott pulled out a scan from his drawer and handed it to Be.


    Be took the scan and observed it under the light.


    Suddenly, she furrowed her brow, and her heart sank.


    “I’m sure you can see it too, Ms. Thompson.”


    Scott looked anxious. “The surgery was a sess. I believe no more than three in the country can pull


    off the operation.”


    “A sess? Do you think the surgery was a sess?”


    Unable to shake off the frustration, Be put down her trembling arms. The CT scan rustled along with


    her movements. “The way I see it, it’s a failure on my part because the patient suffersplications.”


    Of all the things she could put up with, she could never tolerate failure.


    Yet, Justin was once again the reason she tasted failure.


    Be clutched her blouse, her emotions consuming her.


    “Theplications are bound to happen with such a risky and difficult surgery. Don’t beat yourself up


    over it. You did a great job saving Mr. Salvador’s life.” Scott persuaded her because he knew what Dr.


    Brown was capable of.


    “That exins why he was so emotional when he saw me,” Be murmured.


    She clenched her fists. “Is there any way to treat the side effects?”


    Scott sighed. “For now, the best way forward is to control his


    symptoms with sedatives.


    “If the patient is able to keep his cool and a level head, he should be able to stop his own outbursts.”


    Keep his cool?


    Justin cooled off after kissing her.


    Be blushed and gritted her teeth.


    Curing physical illness was simple, but matters of the heart were a different story.


    It was the middle of the night.


    In a plush, velvet-lined lounge in Pivotage, two women, dressed rather


    provocatively, were attending to Christopher.


    By attending, they were keeping himpany and filling his ss with wine.


    It was well-known in Pivotage that Christopher was a germaphobe These women would be digging


    their own graves by getting handsy with the man.


    Under the dim light, Christopher sank his back against the sofa with his head thrown back. His profile


    was breathtaking.


    One of the women was so captivated by his looks that she spilled alcohol over Christopher’s pristineBelonging ? N?velDram/a.Org.


    shoe.


    “Uh! I’m so sorry, Mr. Iverson! I’m so sorry!” Frightened, the woman got up and apologized profusely.


    Christopher took his time to open his eyes but did not look at her.” Clean it.”


    “Y-Yes, sir!”


    The woman immediately got down on her knees and held his le shoes with trembling hands before


    sticking out her tongue.


    She licked his shoe clean.


    “Get lost!” Annoyed, Christopher kneaded between his brows.


    “Of course!” The woman crawled out of the lounge.


    “You too.”


    The other terrified woman scrambled out of there.


    Once they were gone, the secretary popped his head in and said


    cautiously, “Mr. Iverson, Ms. Yvonne Smith is here.”