Bab 1168: 529 Father and Daughter_1

"Aubree Groove." The hospital room door was pushed open urgently, and someone rushed in like a gust of wind.

Aubree Groove exclaimed in astonishment, "Dr. Aria?"

Peter Aria ran to the bed in a few strides, his eyes revealing his anxiety. He picked up the medical records from the end of the bed and glanced at them, "A humerus fracture? Who performed your surgery? Boston Linggo? Good, he's one of the better surgeons in this group."

Peter Aria let out a sigh of relief.

"How are you feeling now? Does the wound still hurt? Are you dizzy? Any adverse reactions?" Peter Aria asked a barrage of questions, leaving one unsure of where to start answering.

Aubree Groove looked at him quietly, shaking her head with a smile, her voice gentle, "Dr. Aria, I'm fine."

"Your face is paler than a wall, and you say you're fine?" Peter Aria was irate at her nonchalant demeanor.