My Fabulous Wife

Chapter 15

Chapter 015 The number one brain doctor Her voice came so brusquely that Fiona instantly frowned and turned round, just to find the striking face of Annette, which triggered a shadow of hostility in Fiona’s narrowing eyes.

"Who are you? Bossing us around here?"

Fiona asked stonily. Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

She furtively glanced over Annette from head to toe and failed to find any designer brand from her outfit.

Where was this shabby dummy from that she dared to comment on Fiona’s medical skill! Annette stared at the old lady with her habitually aloof eyes, hands till in the pockets.

Three seconds later, she said dryly, "Two days."

Simple as her remark was, Veromca could not conceal his relief at hearing it, because that meant no only could Annette cure his mother, but she was quite sure about it.

He explained that to Waynett, "Annette needs two days."

Waynett squinted at Annette, and met with the confident hubris in the flare from her eyes.

"Grandma will revive in two days?"

He asked.

Old Mrs Lancaster had been ill for almost one year.

The family had invited top medical experts from all over the world and was barely able to prevent the illness from deteriorating.

And now, since she was already at death's door, they could only hope to keep her sober only for a short period of time at best.

Annette raised her eyebrows and said in a drawl, "She will regain consciousness in one hour and totally recover in two days."

Waynett narrowed his long eyes.

Totally recovered? Fiona, who had already been pissed off as Annette refused to show respect or answer her question, now laughed in spite of herself at hearing what she thought extremely stupid.

"Regaining consciousness in one hour and totally recovered in two days? Miss, even a craniotomy cost more than an hour, and with what method do you plan to cure my grandma?"

"Acupuncture."

Annette’s answer was short enough.

With the black backpack hanging on one shoulder, she stood having one leg bent and exuding Idly self- conceit all over.

"Acupuncture?!"

Fiona snorted coldly.

"Something close to nonsense witchcraft! And you are to cure my grandma with that? Are you joking?"

The army medics looked at Annette with contempt too.

"To recover from nearly one year's illness just within two days? Miss, the science of medicine is not children’s games.

Even the number one figure in brain surgery dares not to brag like that, how dare you? "

One of them demanded.

The other added, "Indeed.

We fully understand the eagerness to establish one’s fame.

But you can't joke with people's life, especially when it's old Mrs Lancaster."

The third's said sardonically, "And acupuncture — what a primitive technique long abandoned by modern society!"

"Youngsters nowadays are so naive that they keep daydreaming even before knowing how to act honestly."

The first one said.

"Miss Lancaster is the most brilliant one among the female experts acknowledged by the international brain circle.No other names excel her.And this lady, I don't think you've ever made your name heard internationally and how dare you question Miss Lancaster's professional decision? That's ridiculous."

The second laughed.

So those medics were also experts of acrid satire.

They all believed Veromca came back this time to take his share of legacy by pretending a good son with a quack doctor to "cure" his mother.