Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities novel (Jennifer and Ivan) -
Chapter 1702 Seeking Help From Jennifer
Chapter 1702 Seeking Help from Jennifer
He calmly thought about it, then took out his phone and got ready to make a call.
"Who are you calling?" Monica asked with tears in her eyes. At this moment, she was really anxious.
"Calling my sister. She's also a doctor and Master Watson's teacher." Tristan placed his last hope on Jennifer. "But Dr. Watson definitely can't come back now. He's also swamped over there." Answering his girlfriend, Tristan called Jennifer. He waited quietly for her to pick up.
At this moment, in a room upstairs in the Emerald Bay, the lights were bright and it was quiet enough to hear a pin drop.
Jennifer was concentrating on making medicine. The table was full of all kinds of instruments and washed and sterilized herbs. She had already categorized them.
While she was engrossed in making medicine, her phone that was on the table started vibrating.
A few seconds later, Jennifer very carefully put down the instrument, reached out and picked up her phone next to her. Seeing who it was, she felt a little strange since her brother rarely called her. Could something have happened?
So she quickly answered, "Hello, brother."
"Michelle, where are you? Are you busy?"
She could hear a hint of urgency in her brother's calm voice. Jennifer sat down on the chair and said, "Not busy. What's wrong? Why are you looking for me?"
Tristan calmly and rationally told her about the sudden situation with Belinda. Jennifer listened very carefully. In the end, Tristan hoped she could come take a look.
"Okay, don't worry too much either. I'll head over now. I'm at home." Saying that, she got up and strode downstairs. "Which floor are you on?"
He told her the specific location. Jennifer quickly went downstairs. "Got it. I'll remember. See you in a bit."
"Madam, where are you going?" Jordan hurried over, sensing that she was going out.
At this time, Marry also came over with her gaze fixed on Jennifer's face. Everyone was very concerned about her.
"I'm going to the hospital. Monica's mother fainted. I don't know her condition now either. But I have to go take a look." Her voice was soft with a hint of sorrow. "But I must go over."
"I'll call two people to accompany you." Jordan took out his phone and dialed a number. "Go with Madam on a trip."
Soon, two tall men came in. They bowed respectfully to Jennifer in unison and stood to the side waiting for her order.
They were Ivan's elite subordinates, formidable fighters, and diehard fans.
"To the Charity Medical Center." Jennifer didn't pretend, having people accompany her was better. That would make everyone feel at ease since she was pregnant. "Okay, please."
Just like that, Jennifer strode towards the yard with them.
Someone quickly helped open the car door for her. She bent down and got into the car.
The driver drove with the two bodyguards accompanying her by her side.
Jennifer looked very calm on the way. She was recalling Tristan's words on the phone and came up with several possibilities.
On the way, Jennifer called and contacted the deputy dean of Charity Medical Center, stated her identity, and applied to enter the emergency room to take a look.
The deputy dean agreed and he also attached great importance to this surgery, so he stopped what he was doing and started overseeing it in person.
Outside the emergency room on the 11th floor of Charity Medical Center.
The air was suffocating, as if it was lacking oxygen.
Algerone sat dejectedly on the long bench. His hands were clasped together against his forehead. His brows were tightly knitted and his eyes closed. He was full of sorrow. Every minute and every second was extremely tormenting for him!
Tristan hugged the sobbing Monica, silently comforting her. He was also very worried.
Deep self-blame and regret surrounded the kind Monica. She was very panicked and praying for everything to be okay!
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