Chapter 1757
Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort
âYour brainâ¦â Sean was hesitant with his words as he looked at her sympathetically. âWell, youâre still young; there are always chances.â
Finishing his words, the man hurried out of the room.
âHuh?â Confused, Francesca turned to the nurse and asked, âWhat is he talking about?â
The nurse was in a dilemma and pondered for a long while before she spoke. âI was afraid that itâll be too huge a news for you, so I didnât tell you. But I didnât expect Mr. Lowe toâ¦â
âStop dragging me on. What is it exactly?â Francesca grew anxious.
âThe doctor said thereâs a metal chip pressing on your nerves in your brain. You mightâ¦â The nurse looked at her with pity. âYou might not live long. And even if you could, you might become slow-witted.â
The truth left Francesca at a loss for words. âWhich quack doctor made those claims?â
âDr. Henderson is the best surgeon in M Nation,â the nurse replied. âHeâs also Mr. Lindbergâs personal doctor.â
âHas he done a scan for me?â Francesca could not be bothered to refute what the nurse had said.
âYes.â The nurse then brought them over.
Upon a closer look at the scans, Francesca was finally convinced that the claim regarding the metal chip pressing on the nerves of her brain was indeed true.
Firmly believing that her condition was not as severe before, she deduced that the impact from the car crash had shifted the metal chip to a riskier position.
No doubt itâs tricky. But itâs still curable. All that I have to say is that Dr. Henderson isnât as capable as others assumed him to be.
Following that, she looked through a few other scans. D*mn. Not only am I hurt in my brain, but I also have a fracture on my left arm and a broken rib too.
It was at that very moment Francesca figured that even the highest amount on that check would not be enough to make up for her losses.
âDr. Henderson said that heâll get you a plastic surgeon after the injuries on your face have recovered.â The nurse uttered carefully, âDonât worry too much. Medical technology is so advanced these days. Iâm sure the doctors will be able to help you regain your looks.â
âWhatâs wrong with my face?â
Francesca lifted her hands to touch her face, only to find that she had bandages wrapped tightly around her face, mimicking a mummy.
No wonder that guy and his subordinate didnât recognize me.
âYou got scratched by the windscreen when you fell into the car. Your face was covered in blood when you first arrived, and upon treatment, we found two deep cuts sitting on your face,â the nurse softly explained. âBut thatâs not an issue. As long as thereâs money, thatâs not a big problem. The main thing is your brainâ¦â
âThatâs enough.â Francesca cut the nurse off from continuing and glared at the check. âThis check wonât be enough given that Iâm so badly injured. Ask that jerk to come over when heâs back.â
âErrâ¦â The nurse was overwhelmed by puzzlement. In logical senses, any normal being would be in panic and despair upon knowledge of how severe their condition was.
However, Francesca did not cry or make a ruckus. On the contrary, she was so composed that she could think about compensation matters.
T-This ladyâ¦
âDid you hear me?â Francesca furrowed her brows.
âHuh⦠Oh, yes. I heard you.â The nurse nodded profusely. She initially paid no heed to Francesca as the latter was only a stranger they had saved along the way. Nonetheless, the immense dominance of the woman had seemingly put control over her, and she had unknowingly turned extremely obedient to Francesca.
âBring me my medical report,â Francesca instructed. âAnd also the treatment plan.â
âSure.â The nurse did as she was told.
Looking carefully through the reports, Francesca ordered, âGet Dr. Henderson here now!â
âHuh?â The nurse froze once more. âNow?â
âYes, now. Immediately,â Francesca urged. âAlso, remove this useless drip from me.â
âUhh, okayâ¦â Even though the nurse did not know the purpose of her instructions, she still did as she was told.
Nevertheless, George came up with an excuse saying that he was busy and had no time. In truth, he had no high regard for a small fry like Francesca.
Hence, he did not turn up.q