Marrying the Father of My Foster Son
Surprise to Ghani
Meanwhile, in a different place, Ghani was standing in front of the nurse's desk. The tall man is reading the medical records of a new patient who will soon be performing surgery with a brain tumor diagnosis. He and the team are preparing all the needs so that the operation will run smoothly, without any mistakes.
"Over the next few days, monitor the patient's condition. Tell the patient's family to take the patient to do an MRI and CT scan one or two days before the surgery is done, then please prescribe this drug to be immediately redeemed in the pharmacy," ghani tried to explain. As the team leader and also the doctor in charge, he tried hard to provide the best treatment for these patients. Although the success rate is only a few percent due to being handled late, but he will struggle with all his strength by exerting all his abilities when on the operating table later.
Two nurses and one colleague Ghani nodded almost simultaneously. "Good, Doctor. We'll start preparing for the patient's needs before surgery."
"good. Don't forget, keep an eye on the vital signs. If the patient's condition decreases before the operation is performed, the, inevitably we delay it first while discussing this matter with other senior doctors because after all this concerns one's life so we cannot be rash in making decisions. The advice from the seniors means a lot to all of us."
As a young doctor, Ghani still desperately needs advice and input from seniors so do not be surprised if he had time to mention the senior doctors when talking in front of his team members. As great and smart as he was, in fact the man still needed the input of senior doctors who had been in the medical world first.
After an impromptu meeting with his team members, Ghani's phone shook. Out of curiosity, he finally pulled out the select object from the pocket of his pants. He unlocks the phone and reads the notifications that appear on the screen.
The row of sentences made Ghani smile widely to show a row of white and neat teeth. The man's heart was blossoming like a cherry blossom blooming in spring. Ghani was so happy because the black card was actually used by Queensha to meet the needs of women.
Soon Ghani sent a short message to his beloved wife. [It seems my wife is having fun today. How, are you satisfied to use my gift card to buy all the items you want? Buy whatever you want and never look at the price. As expensive as you like, just buy it, I'll never scold you.]
The short message ended with a smiley emot, indicating that Ghani was happy when his wife was having fun out there. Ghani used to give pain to Queensha and now after being given a second chance, he wants to continue to make his wife happy with the waves of love, affection, and love, and the wealth he has as a redeemer for all the mistakes he has done in the past.
Given the amount of work waiting, Ghani put his smartphone back in his pants pocket. Then he said, "Rena and Aji, you two come with me to the room. We do a physical examination of the patients while looking for their complaints."
The two nurses, whose names were called, rushed to pick up medical equipment from inside the desk drawer. They also do not forget to bring a notebook that can at any time be used to record important things related to TTV (vital signs) and other medical measures that will be taken by each responsible doctor.
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"It turns out to be fun too, yes, doing the treatment in the salon. It is fitting that the Eve are willing to spend hours and spend a lot of money to look beautiful in the eyes of others. There are many benefits to going to a salon. Not only the face that looks more beautiful, but also the body feels much more relaxed after treatment. If this continues, I may become addicted, nih."
Queensha hit her mouth softly with the palm of her hand. "By the way, anyway, you, Sha. If you continue to come to the salon, the money given by Mas Ghani runs out for unnecessary needs. If it runs out, what about Aurora's school fees? Can you help your husband find extra money for your child's school? You're not working anymore so don't try to squander your husband's money."
"I can't be selfish. There was still Rora who needed this money more. Better this money is used for Rora's school fees alone than used for fun."
Queensha still thought that her husband's wealth would be depleted if used continuously, even if you think about it, maybe the money belonging to the handsome doctor was exhausted while a lot of income from hospitals and other sources of funds went into Ghani's account. Yeah, that's Queensha. Ghani repeatedly explained that he could not fall poor, but the woman was still reluctant to issue money given by her beloved husband.
Feeling that Aurora has left Lulu for too long, Queensha decides to meet her son and best friend who are playing in the children's playground. Intention to accompany his daughter to play, Lulu actually asked her best friend to do a series of treatments at the beauty salon. He said that Ghani was more captivated and not easily turned to another heart.
It sounds silly, but Queensha accepted her best friend's advice because she thought it would not hurt to use a fraction of a percent of the money to take care of her body with the aim of dividing her husband. If he is increasingly glowing, his body is even more fragrant, is not it growing a sense of love in the husband? Is not their household increasingly harmonious because each tries hard to make their partner happy.
Ghani gives Queensha the freedom to buy whatever she wants, while the woman beautifies herself to look more charming in front of her husband.
Walk straight ahead, then turn left. Queensha walks in front of a store that sells women-only clothing. Of the many dal*m clothes on display in front, one of them was quite interesting to the woman. And for some reason his little heart was moved, forcing him into the shop.
"Ehm, it doesn't seem like a problem, does it, yes, if I buy a set of those clothes?" murmured Queensha while swinging her legs towards the shopkeeper who was standing behind her.
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