She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor
Chapter 393 She is My Wife

Chapter 393: Chapter 393 She is My Wife

Thomas Hughes choked, not having asked so clearly.

Wasn’t it said that as long as the wife’s absolute safety is ensured, it should not hinder or affect her?

Waylon Lewis had a bad feeling and yanked at his tie with force, almost sprinting into the elevator.

The passing employees, including Thomas Hughes, were seeing Waylon Lewis this anxious for the first time.

What exactly happened? Wasn’t his wife okay?

What is the president so anxious about?

Stepping out of the elevator, Waylon Lewis didn’t waste a second, and almost bumped into Wyatt Lewis who was waiting for the elevator.

"Damn!" Wyatt Lewis dodged quickly, feeling a gust of wind sweep past him.

He squinted his eyes.

Damn! Was that his brother who just passed by?

Why did his brother look like the sky was falling?

Thomas Hughes dashed out of another elevator with rocket-speed, causing Wyatt Lewis to even suspect that the company might be going bankrupt.

Wyatt Lewis quickly stopped Thomas Hughes, "Wait a second, what happened?"

Thomas Hughes had no time to discuss with Wyatt Lewis much, just hurriedly said, "It seems like your sister-in-law had an accident."

After saying this, Thomas Hughes chased out.

Wyatt Lewis was stunned, "Oh, my sister-in-law had an accident, my sister-in-law... had an accident! What? Hey wait for me, I’m coming too."

Waylon Lewis got in the car, Thomas Hughes didn’t even touch the car but had to call a bodyguard’s car, speeding up to follow, and Wyatt Lewis rushed out from one side, "I’m coming too."

Thomas Hughes stopped and waited for Wyatt Lewis to get into the car.

Arriving at the hospital, Waylon Lewis found a nurse to ask and found out that Hope Williams was in the emergency room.

Waylon Lewis’s face instantly darkened.

The nurse being questioned was almost scared out of her wits.

"How long has it been?" Waylon Lewis asked coldly.

The young nurse, terrified by Waylon Lewis’s expression, dared not breathe loudly and couldn’t figure out what he was asking.

"How long has Director Williams been inside?" Wyatt Lewis, witty, seeing the young nurse seemed frightened to pee by his brother, spoke up to ease the situation.

The young nurse snapped back to reality and quickly glanced at the clock on the wall, "It’s been about three hours."

Just as the young nurse finished speaking, the man’s face became even colder.

"How much longer?" Waylon Lewis asked through gritted teeth.

The young nurse trembled, already in tears, "I... I can’t really say, but the patient is a pregnant woman who needs to give birth first before Director Williams can operate on her, so... it’s quite troublesome, might need a few more hours... maybe..."

Waylon Lewis didn’t speak, but the chill emanating from him seemed almost swallowing.

"Take me there."

"Huh?"

"To the door of the emergency room."

"Ah okay..." The young nurse hurriedly walked ahead to lead the way.

Wyatt Lewis thought it was some major issue; wasn’t his sister-in-law fine? He didn’t know why his brother suddenly became so terrifying; his sister-in-law is a doctor, isn’t curing people normal?

Why did his brother look like someone was about to die?

It was really terrifying.

Wyatt Lewis shrank, shuddering all over as he followed.

Now, the area in front of the emergency room was crowded.

Some sat on the ground wailing, others stood at the door, their faces grief-stricken, the oppressive atmosphere stifling the air.

The arrival of Waylon Lewis and his entourage broke the sorrowful air for a moment.

The man looked grim, his face showing deep worry, and his whole person exuded an extraordinary aura.

His tall figure stood at the entrance of the emergency room, his handsome face expressionless.

Behind him followed a group of black-clothed men, wearing uniforms with a family crest, also expressionless and looking tough.

Such a group appearing here seemed out of place, making them look more like mafia bosses, causing unease.

In such a pressing situation, even the usually playful Wyatt Lewis quieted down, standing silently aside.

He only knew that his brother was in a very bad mood, so bad that he felt like hurting someone, so he definitely shouldn’t get too close.

Slow hours passed.

Waylon Lewis stood at the emergency room door, motionless, his expression growing more anxious.

It might be because he had been standing there for too long that an elderly woman waiting nearby asked, "Young man, who do you have inside?"

After a while, Waylon Lewis, without any change in his expression, replied hoarsely and indifferently, "My wife."

"What’s wrong with her?"

"She’s pregnant."

"Pregnant?" The old woman furrowed her brows in thought, "Young man, you are at the wrong place. This is the emergency room; pregnant women should be in the maternity ward, not on this floor."

Waylon Lewis furrowed his brows, the wrinkles deep, and didn’t respond.

The old woman took it that he was in a bad mood, perhaps his wife had a terminal illness and was also being resuscitated inside, "I hope your wife is alright."

Waylon Lewis suppressed the rage in his heart, of course he hoped she was alright.

This woman was driving him crazy.

It really wasn’t reassuring to be away from her for a minute.

Every second now was an agony for him.

Despite his wife being inside treating and saving people, he was more anxious than the relatives of the patients.

"What person are you waiting for?" Waylon Lewis asked coldly.

On mentioning this, the old woman couldn’t stop her tears from falling, "My daughter-in-law, she had a car accident, her waters broke, and a metal rod even... pierced her heart, she is still being resuscitated... sobs... we still don’t know the situation."

Waylon Lewis’s brows tightened, "Who is performing the surgery inside?"

"It seems like someone surnamed Williams, a director, the young lady looks quite young, so young to be a director, I don’t know if she’s really skilled or just has an empty reputation, my daughter-in-law and grandchild’s lives are all depending on her, she better not be a quack doctor with just a title..."

The old woman didn’t continue, because the coldness around the man seemed to multiply by a hundred times.

"She is very skilled!" Waylon Lewis gritted his teeth.

"...How... how do you know?"

Waylon Lewis closed his eyes briefly, "Because she is my wife!"

The old woman shut her mouth tight, and her crying stopped.

Time passed slowly, nearly unbearable, and no one dared to approach Waylon Lewis at the moment.