That Night My Boss Left Me With Our Three Babies

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In just ten minutes, Olivia skillfully removed all the needles from Old Whitaker’s body.

After briefly checking his pulse, she calmly began tidying up her tools.

Isaac and Abigail stood by the bedside, feeling anxious.

They had already consulted many doctors before, but it had all been in vain.

This time, they didn’t know if their Grandfather would wake up…

Under their anxious gaze, Old Whitaker’s fingers twitched slightly.

The next moment, Old Whitaker slowly opened his eyes, coughing weakly with a furrowed brow.

“Grandfather!”

Isaac quickly sat down, comforting him with a mix of shock and joy evident in his eyes.

Abigail was so shocked that she couldn’t find her words.

She had never believed in that woman, but under her treatment, Grandfather had actually awakened!

“Grandfather, how do you feel?”

After Old Whitaker stopped coughing, Isaac asked with concern.

Old Whitaker nodded slightly, his voice hoarse, “How long… how long have I been sleeping?”

Isaac was about to answer when Olivia finished packing up and walked over. “Old Whitaker’s condition is not suitable for too much talking at the moment. Let him rest a little more.”

Upon hearing this, Isaac nodded and carefully helped Old Whitaker lie down.

Then he stood up and expressed his gratitude to Olivia, “Dr. Prescott, thank you so much. We doubted you before, and I apologize for our ignorance. We were short-sighted. You are indeed an excellent doctor.”

Olivia accepted his thanks indifferently and proceeded to advise him, “He has only awakened for now. Old Whitaker’s physical condition is still not optimistic. To achieve a complete recovery, he will need at least six or seven more treatments.”

Isaac nodded repeatedly.

“Additionally, I will prescribe some medicine for Old Whitaker to assist in his recovery. Given his significantly deteriorated physical condition, the subsequent treatment may be demanding, and he might struggle to endure it.”

Olivia continued her explanation.

Naturally, Isaac had no objections and readily agreed, “Don’t worry, we will strictly follow your instructions for my grandfather’s treatment. We will definitely cooperate!”

Olivia nodded slightly and turned to the medicine box, taking out some medicine for Isaac, instructing, “Take two of these pills after each meal, three times a day.”

Then, she grabbed a pen and paper and wrote a prescription for him. “According to the instructions on this prescription, get ten sets of ingredients. Boil them in soup or porridge every day to make a medicinal diet and administer it to Old Whitaker at the prescribed times. It can speed up his physical recovery.”

Isaac agreed, “Okay, we will strictly follow the instructions!”

Olivia gave some additional instructions, checked the time, and realized it was already late.

Aware that her two children were waiting at home, she stood up to bid farewell, “It’s getting late. I’ll go back first. But I’ll come again tomorrow. If Old Whitaker experiences any discomfort during this time, feel free to contact me.”

With that, she took her medical box and made her way toward the door.

Isaac watched Olivia’s departing figure and called out loudly, stopping her in her tracks, “Dr. Prescott, besides treating my grandfather, was there another reason for your visit today?”

Upon hearing this, Olivia paused, suddenly realizing the purpose of her visit.

But Old Whitaker hadn’t fully recovered yet, and Isaac…

Seeing her halt, Isaac also lowered his voice and suggested, “Shall we talk before you leave?”