Ave Carlisle had no idea that her various daydreams were actually causing Yigol Foster to panic.
Seeing her with furrowed brows, Yigol Foster was overwhelmed with anxiety, thinking that even she couldn't save Lucas, so he called out again, "Dr. Carlisle."
His shout was a bit too loud, startling Ave Carlisle out of her reveries, leaving her confused as she looked at Yigol Foster, "What's the matter?"
"Is he dead or alive? Dr. Carlisle, please, just tell me."
Dead?
Surely not!
Ave Carlisle laughed, "You're lucky you came to me today. If you'd gone to an ordinary clinic and wasted time, Lucas's life might have been beyond saving. Don't worry, with me here, I guarantee she'll make it."
If she could live, that was enough.
Yigol Foster finally breathed a sigh of relief, his tense nerves relaxing a bit. He said, "With your word, Dr. Carlisle, I can rest easy. Whatever it takes to cure her, just say the word."
Was this his way of expressing deep gratitude?
