Having a top-tier doctor dedicate all his time to a minor stomach issue for her...
That was quite the luxury.
"I know."
Lily nodded slightly, but before she could take more than a couple of steps, Nanny gently pressed her into a wheelchair.
Dr. Joel was a Russian man in his forties. He had sharp, deep-set features and a rather good-natured disposition.
When Lily saw him, his face was bruised and swollen… clearly, he had been beaten.
After a series of tests, Dr. Joel sat behind his desk and said, "Based on these results, we will prepare a targeted treatment plan. You can pick up the report tomorrow."
"Actually, my stomach issue isn't that serious, right?" Lily couldn't help but ask.