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My Secret Husband From A Parallel Universe Is Actually A Big Shot

Lin Ye is a famous doctor, so famous that she is always the number one search on the internet every day. The people who line up to be treated by her could reach the milky way. Even with the popularity, she still lives a normal life that is until one day a patient is brought in and he gets treated by her. when he wakes up, he refuses to leave saying, "I am your husband, you are my wife, why should I leave?" Lin Ye is shocked and before her heart can settle, a milky bun opens the door and enters then plasters himself on her foot while crying loudly, "Mommy, why did you leave me? why did you abandon Xiao Ye?" Lin Ye gets dizzy...wait.... "when did I get a husband? when did I give birth to a child? aaah! take these people away from me..." The two are not simple, just who are they and what do they want from her? DISCLAIMER! THIS BOOK IS CONSIDERED MEDICAL SO ANY METHOD DESCRIBED IN THE BOOK SHOULD NOT BE USED AT ALL, THEY ARE SIMPLY THOUGHTS OF MINE AND ARE FICTITIOUS. There is an essence of parallel universe, read to find out more "Love is a flame that burns eternal, lighting up the darkest of nights."

BOOKWORM7 · Urban
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612 Chs

I will join you

The results of the chest CT were out. It did not look good. 

The bullet was lodged dangerously close to his heart, posing a grave threat to the president's life.

The intense image from the scan depicted the metallic fragment ominously nestled in the vital region, prompting immediate concern from Lin Ye.

Every passing moment was now critical, as any delay or miscalculation could lead to dire consequences. 

Lin Ye looked at the papers in contemplation. For an injury located at a place as vital as this, a single mistake could lead to unimaginable outcomes and Lin Ye wanted to make sure she captured everything perfectly before she made her decision. 

The weight of responsibility pressed heavily upon Lin Ye's shoulders as she absorbed the gravity of the situation.

The life of the president was at stake, and the delicate task of extracting the bullet from its perilous position required the utmost precision and expertise.