Turning her head, Wanda saw Dina, whose face was a little pale, walking towards her with Estella in her arms.

"Dee."

Dina was still in shock, looking at Wanda. She said, "I'm sorry, Wanda. I brought Estella here to see Mr. Qin, but Estella called him several times and he began to convulse. Then these doctors and nurses came. I don't know what happened until now."

With a frown, Wanda turned to look at the ward of Quincy and gently shook her head. "It has nothing to do with you. Pierre said that the situation of Quincy is getting more and more stable recently. He will be fine."

Her hands were tightly clenched and twisted with each other, and her face turned pale. Dina reached out and pulled her, saying with red eyes, "Wanda, don't do this."

An hour later, Pierre walked towards Wanda, who was standing there still. She found that her legs were too heavy to move.

She could only stare at Pierre, as if she had no strength to swallow.

Pierre put his hand on Wanda's shoulder a

ood still and turned his head to look at the nurses who admired him. Not all of them could speak English, but they were all looking at him.

Pierre raised his eyebrows and smiled complacently. "Of course. I'm not inferior to them except for finding a girlfriend."

The crowd burst into laughter.

He thought to himself, 'What's the use of laughing? Good women have been taken away! Wanda is good in everything, but she has a bad taste. Quincy is not romantic at all, and he often goes to the hospital. He was in such a poor health. Why does she find such a man?'

No matter what he thought, he felt extremely satisfied at the thought that he could cure Quincy's disease in such a short time.

In order not to cause any accident in the future, the examination of Quincy was necessary, and he had another worry in his heart. He turned to the nurses and said, "Ten minutes later, you go to take Mr. Qin to the examination room and arrange a super detailed examination for him."

"Yes, sir."