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Chapter 434: The Chief Surgeon is Him

Chapter 434: Chapter 434: The Chief Surgeon is Him

Christopher smiled and said happily, "That would be best! I’m willing to be at your service for life."

Only when a person feels indebted to someone else will they try every possible way to be good to them. Owing for a lifetime means making up for it for a lifetime.

"Once the company gets through these tough times and everything returns to normal, I will transfer my shares to you. From then on, you will be the largest shareholder of Seal-Cloud, and I will just be your little assistant."

Initially, Amelia found his words tonight a bit too much to handle.

But when she heard this, her heart fluttered slightly, and her expression became more serious.

"Christopher... Actually, you don’t have to do this, I trust you."

"I know. But if I don’t do this, my conscience won’t be at ease."

Truly loving someone means not thinking about what to get from them, but instead, wondering... what more you can do for them.

This was what he could think of.

Seeing his serious expression, as if he wasn’t joking, Amelia sat up a bit and persuaded, "Seal-Cloud doesn’t belong to you alone. Doing this will only cause dissatisfaction among the family, and there will be a big uproar..."

"Don’t worry, I will make sure they all agree."

Amelia was surprised, "You... what method do you have?"

Everyone in the Hart Family is so stubborn, how can he get them all to agree?

"You don’t need to worry about that. In any case, you just wait to be the big boss behind the scenes."

The two exchanged a smile, and if it weren’t for Amelia wearing a facial mask, Mr. Hart would have leaned in for a kiss.

They locked eyes, caught in the moment, when Amelia suddenly remembered something important and pulled his hand, "Oh right, when are you going to have the surgery?"

"Lucas also reminded me today. I was thinking... maybe next week."

"Why wait until next week? Of course, the sooner, the better! Anyway, I am not working now and can take care of you. As for the company’s matters, the important ones can be managed remotely, and the less critical ones can be left to others."

Amelia was more anxious than he was, hoping he would recover soon, and decisively said, "Tomorrow I will go with you to the hospital to see what the doctors say. If it’s possible to do it soon, you should be admitted tomorrow!"

"Tomorrow? That’s a bit too..."

"You just swore not to make me unhappy and to listen to my every command—now you’re not obeying?"

What could Mr. Hart say? He had to nod, "Alright, I’ll follow your arrangements."

The next day, Amelia voluntarily had Fuller take the kids back to the Hart family’s old estate, to let them spend some time with Grandpa and Grandma before school started.

This way, she could also make time to accompany Christopher to the hospital for a thorough check-up.

Christopher’s attending physician was the department head, also a renowned expert with excellent medical skills. However, considering the complexity of his condition, they had long since invited another expert in bone and nerve surgery to consult together.

The group sat down in a small meeting room, and the head apologized, "Doctor Smith is running a bit late due to other commitments and is on his way, so please wait a moment."

Amelia, who was originally playing with her phone and chatting with Snow Fitch on WhatsApp, perked up her ears at this, and looked up, "Doctor Smith?"

Christopher looked at her, "What’s up, do you know him?"

She shot a sideways glance, "Oh come on, with the last name Smith! Remember, the buyer of the courtyard house?"

Before she could finish, Christopher’s expression changed, his handsome features suddenly tensed.

Could the world really be that small?

Watching his reaction, Amelia thought about how she had Doctor Smith’s WhatsApp and wanted to ask quickly but thought it might seem strange if it wasn’t him.

"Maybe... it’s just the same last name," she said with a dry laugh, comforting Christopher.

But as it turned out, the world was indeed that small, and fate was indeed so wondrous!

As the attending doctor respectfully and warmly welcomed the "Consultation Experts" in, Amelia fixed her eyes, looking slightly stunned.

This—

She instinctively turned her head toward someone.

As expected, Christopher’s brow furrowed further.

Charles Smith in a white coat looked all the more genteel and upright, tall and slender.

Standing at the office door, he shook hands and exchanged pleasantries with the hospital staff, then naturally turned his gaze to Amelia.

Even with glasses on the bridge of his nose, it didn’t detract from the clarity in his eyes. He gave a slight smile and nodded—clearly, he wasn’t surprised to see her.

Amelia instantly understood that he must have checked the patient’s basic information before coming to consult.

This really is...

She thought to herself that this person is also quite resourceful. They had dinner yesterday, and he didn’t mention it at all.

Yet upon further consideration, as a doctor, protecting a patient’s privacy is a fundamental professional quality. If it weren’t for the chance acquaintance with her, there indeed was no need to inform anyone about his patient’s situation in advance.

Thinking this way, she felt this person is very principled, a good doctor.

"Mr. Hart, this is Doctor Smith. Don’t be fooled by his young age; his medical expertise is remarkable. If you’re interested, you can check his resume online. It’s also coincidental that he just started working in River City this year, at the Central Hospital. After your last test highlighted issues, I immediately thought of Doctor Smith. Bone and nerve surgery is his strong suit, and our cooperative consultation this time can provide more efficient and safe treatment for Mr. Hart, and also allow our hospital to learn advanced medical techniques, which is wonderful!" The attending physician’s excitement led him to say more than a few words, regardless of the appropriateness.

Amelia felt slightly embarrassed, thinking that this doctor doesn’t understand human relations at all.

This kind of academic exchange, joint discussion, is something internal, so why mention it to the patient?

Sure enough, as soon as the head finished speaking, Christopher tugged at his lip and said coldly, "You mean, using me as a guinea pig for your doctors’ experience?"

"Uh—" The head’s expression froze instantly, quickly trying to cover it up, "No, no, my meaning is—"

Charles Smith smiled and walked forward before the head could explain, extending his hand proactively, "Mr. Hart overthinks it. Every surgery is an experience for the surgeon and provides a reference for the next patient’s treatment plan—it’s a virtue, wouldn’t you say?"

Christopher looked at his extended hand, gave a faint smile, and shook it briefly.

"It seems Doctor Smith is not only skilled in medicine but also eloquent."

Charles Smith’s smile grew, "You’re too kind. Over the years, I’ve encountered all kinds of patients, naturally honing some speaking skills. Otherwise, being unable to convince patients to completely trust us doctors could ultimately harm the treatment outcome, not to mention ruining our reputation."

Amelia’s slight smile began to freeze.

This Doctor Smith’s art of conversation is incredible; every word seems unremarkable, yet they’re all insinuating something.

Christopher isn’t a fool and obviously understood.

She looked over at the man in the wheelchair nervously, worried he might just refuse treatment or request a change in doctors.

However, the head standing nearby noticed something amiss and asked in surprise, "Mr. Hart, Doctor Smith, do you... know each other?"