Chapter 522

Chapter 522

Sylvia frowned, a hint of concern flashed across her clear face, "What's

wrong?"

She looked at the nurse while striding forward.

As if feeling the gown was not conducive to her walking, she bent over

and reached out to tear the skirt of the gown. The length of the gown to

the ground was up to her knees.

Under the short dress was her straight and slender legs. As she

walked, she turned back to Franklin said, "I'll go over to check."

Franklin couldn't help but raise an eyebrow after seeing her fair legs.

Just now Sylvia's movement was so cool and eye-catching.

He touched the chin, and felt upset that so many people had seen his

wife's beautiful eye-catching legs.

He couldn't wait to rush up and wrap his own blazer around her

beautiful legs, but ... she had gone far away.

In the emergency room.

Sylvia, dressed in a sterile gown, stepped in directly with the nurse and

went to the first aid table.

“The patient's blood pressure is now plummeting and the heartbeat is

slowing down. Dr. Andrews, what do we do now?"

"His fainting could be caused by a brain hemorrhage or cerebral

infarction, and he needs a cranial CT or MRI to see if there is a

problem. It's also possible caused by a heart attack. I gave him a heart

bypass surgery six months ago."

Sylvia said in a cool voice, "Schedule an examination immediately. See

the results before proceeding with the protocol. Notify the other brain

surgeons, and conduct a consultation.”

"Yes!"

One hour later.

In the conference room.

The dean and several brain surgeons were all present.

"He just had a heart bypass six months ago, and now he has a brain

infarction, so he has to be operated on as soon as possible.” Sylvia

looked at them with a calm face.

The dean hesitated, "A surgery will impair his ability to recover. He's old

after all ..."

"Usually heart bypass surgery needs to be done at least three months

after the brain attack surgery, which will relatively reduce the risk of the

surgery."

The woman still had a calm face.

"I hope his family will agree.” The dean sighed, "He's in poor health,

and at our age one more day of life is a gain.”

"Dean ... Come on, don't say that." Sylvia gave him a reassuring look,

“I'll just sign it."

"You?" The dean looked at her in surprise.

"Yes! He's my grandfather,” Sylvia said, then stood up and said to all

the doctors, "Dr. Remy, Dr. Nur, be my assistants, and the rest of the

doctors who want to learn can go into the operating room as well."

Before the dean could recover from his surprise, he saw that Sylvia had

stepped out of the conference room.

"How is it possible that Dr. Andrews is the old Evans' granddaughter?

How come I didn't know that before?" The dean could not help but

murmur. He and the old Evans were close friends.

It was he that asked Sylvia to do the last heart bypass surgery for the

old Evans...

Really ... Strange.

He was wondering when he heard his phone vibrate.

He picked it up and saw the latest news tweeted by Twitter.

The charity auction held by senior officials was a success, with many

bigwigs contributing a lot of relief money, and then there was the most

shocking thing of all.

The Evans family's ruby was put up for auction by the host Tiffany and

an intense battle for the ruby happened.

Not only that, but the heir to the Evans family ended up being Sylvia.

Sylvia turned out to be the granddaughter of the Evans family.

Dean stood there, dazed ... watching the intense comments from

netizens and the criticism against Tiffany, he somehow felt the whole

thing was weird.

While Sylvia led several doctors inside the operating room, Neve and

Tiffany stood outside the door gnashing their teeth in hatred.

"Bitch, who agreed to let him have surgery!

"If the surgery is a success, we'll have to endure this drag again.”

"Why doesn't he just die!" Neve viciously scolded with Tiffany.

All the Evans family members had come over, except Eddie who was

still in jail and could not get out.

The rest of those who came read the trending news on Twitter.

They began to ask questions.

"What is going on? Why do we have to live in the old mansion? Why

don't we have a single possession?"

“The old man is too eccentric, isn't he?"

"How can he give Sylvia all his property? Usually we work for the

Evans family and end up with nothing?"

"Then we will have to become like ordinary workers?"

Neve glared at them with annoyance, "Ask the old Evans! I didn't ask

him to give it to Sylvia."

"Tiffany, how unruly you are. Why did you take the ruby to the auction?

Your grandfather must be pissed off and fall sick, right?"

"No. ... It was Sylvia who made him sick." Tiffany tried to argue.

"Do you think we are blind or stupid? If something happens to your

grandfather, we won't spare you!"

Facing the rest Evans, Tiffany was at a loss for words.

Just then, the door of the operating room was suddenly opened.

A nervous and anxious nurse pushed the old Evans out.

The old man was lying quietly in a hospital bed with his eyes closed

and covered with a white hospital quilt.

His hair was scraped and his head was wrapped in snowy gauze

bandages.

Pale as a white sheet of paper, the lifeless old man seemed to be a

candle in the wind.

"Doctor, how is my dad?"

"Doctor, my grandfather, is he okay?"

A group of people flooded over and clamored non-stop.

Sylvia followed the nurses with a few doctors who also came out and

saw the nurse and the old Evans being surrounded by the Evans.

She coldly scanned the crowd, "Quiet!"

There was a second of stagnation.

Everyone stared at her in shock, with an incredulous gaze.

Some of these people had met Sylvia before, and many more had not.

In this moment, they seemed to see Monica ...

“You ... Why are you here?"

"Monica's back?"

"She's not Monica, but she looks like Monica!"

Sylvia spoke coldly as if she hadn't heard them, "Grandpa needs a

good rest and can't be disturbed, now everyone get out of the way!"

Everyone stared at her cold face, and under her powerful, icy aura,

they actually unconsciously stepped back.

The nurses rushed to push the old Evans toward the ICU.

Sylvia followed immediately, and the doctors did not hesitate to follow

her towards the ICU.

"What's she so proud of? She just ... inherited the Evans family. Why so

arrogant?”

One woman muttered in a low voice.

"She and Monica look so much alike ... If she knows what happened to

Monica back then ..."