Forced to Marry the Sickly Billionaire-Chapter 316: A Patient with a Special Identity

After breakfast, Master Shaw called Serena Summers into the study, and had Liam Shaw follow as well.

Once in the study, Liam Shaw got straight to the point and asked, "Serena, Lucas... Can Adrian’s memory really be restored?"

"Big brother, I’ve mentioned to grandpa before that Adrian might have been hypnotized."

"Yes, I’ve heard about that," Liam Shaw sighed deeply.

"Don’t worry too soon, I called Dean Carter yesterday, and he happens to know an expert in this field. However, the expert is currently abroad treating two other patients and can’t return immediately."

"Really?" Master Shaw’s eyes suddenly lit up, his face filled with excitement.

Liam Shaw, however, thought more deeply, "Serena, could this condition cause harm to the body if it drags on for too long?"

"It’s not certain yet; we need a specialist to examine him to be sure. I will look into more information lately and see if I can find something helpful."

"That’s all we can do for now," sighed Master Shaw deeply.

Pausing, Master Shaw continued, "I’m an old man, and I don’t know how much longer I’ll live. If something were to happen to him, I would die with regrets!"

Serena Summers hurriedly comforted him, "Grandpa, don’t say such silly things. You’ll surely live a long healthy life!"

"Grandpa, let Serena and me handle this, you just focus on resting and don’t overthink it."

Coming out of the study, before Serena Summers could even catch her breath, her mobile phone rang in her pocket.

Pressing the answer key, Serena heard Dean Carter’s anxious voice come through the earpiece.

"Serena, quickly, a high-profile patient has arrived at the hospital, come over and have a look."

Serena Summers furrowed her brow, responding in a cool voice: "I’m not free."

Dean Carter was silent for a moment before he couldn’t help but ask, "What are you busy with lately?"

Serena Summers, looking at the tall man approaching her, slightly curved her lips, "Accompanying my husband."

Dean Carter: "..."

Then there was another dead silence.

Reluctantly, Dean Carter said, "Serena, don’t forget what you promised before. I help you find a hypnotist, and you handle the difficult surgeries for me."

Dean Carter has already reached retirement age, not suitable to continue holding surgical tools.

But his students, though skilled in clinical trials, none is outstanding enough to quickly stand on their own.

He had no choice but to revisit the idea of relying on Serena Summers.

For the past two years, Serena Summers has been immersed in the grief of losing Lucas Shaw, and unless it’s an emergency, he wouldn’t disturb her.

Unexpectedly, Serena Summers had actually called him a few days ago, asking if he knew any highly skilled hypnotists.

Luckily, he did know such a person.

So, he made a deal with Serena Summers.

Serena Summers slightly twitched her lips and couldn’t help reminding him, "This is already the fourth one, right? Are you planning to hand over all your patients to me?"

When Dean Carter’s intentions were exposed, he didn’t feel embarrassed but explained, "I would like to, but that also requires your consent."

"Those minor surgeries can be done by others, the hospital isn’t short of one doctor like me," Serena Summers remained indifferent.

She was just a guest doctor at the hospital, not a full-time one.

Dean Carter laughed, "This time it’s different, the patient’s status is a bit special."

Hearing Dean Carter’s mysterious tone, Serena Summers became interested, "Oh? Who is it?"

Dean Carter: "The CEO of Corland, he was already at death’s door when brought in, and many renowned international doctors couldn’t cure him. Hearing that you are Victor Bennett’s disciple, he specifically requested you to perform the surgery."

Serena Summers’ expression shifted, "Dean, are you joking with me? Even if he’s cured, that’s fine, but if not, no need for me to explain how severe the consequences will be, right?"

Adrian Holt stood by her side, silently lowering his eyes, holding Serena Summers’ small hand tightly, fiddling with it absentmindedly.

Seeing her expression turn cold, his hand reached out first, pinching her soft cheek.

Disrupted by his actions, Serena’s tense emotions immediately eased.

She glared at Adrian Holt, signaling him not to mess around.

Adrian Holt withdrew his hand, a flicker of regret flashing through his dark eyes.

On the other end of the phone, Dean Carter sighed helplessly, "I didn’t want to either, but I got a direct call from above asking me to contact you."

Serena chuckled coldly, ruthlessly exposing him, "If you hadn’t mentioned it, who would know me?"

Dean Carter, knowing he was at fault, gave a sheepish laugh, "So... what should we do? I’ve already taken it on."

This old rascal, the older he gets, the less reliable he is!

Serena sighed softly, saying lowly: "If it’s cured, I want them to do something for me unconditionally."

"That’s... not appropriate, right?" Dean Carter hesitated.

At that moment, another voice came through the receiver, "Agree to her terms."

Hearing the response, Serena’s lips curled slightly as she hung up the phone.

She looked at Adrian Holt, "I need to go to the hospital, are you coming with me or staying at home?"

"With you," Adrian Holt said without hesitation.

"Okay." Serena chuckled lightly, taking him with her to the hospital.

Dean Carter paced anxiously at the hospital entrance, praying silently for Serena to hurry up.

He was flanked by two security personnel.

Soon, a black car stopped at the hospital entrance.

Dean Carter’s eyes brightened, and he hurriedly waved to them.

"Dean."

As Serena entered, her gaze fell on two unfamiliar faces, a trace of confusion in her eyes.

Dean Carter, steeped in staring at Adrian Holt’s face, was brought back to his senses by her reminder, and introduced, "These two are responsible for escorting the CEO of Corland, this is Serena Summers, Victor Bennett’s apprentice."

Serena greeted with a polite yet distant nod and asked, "What symptoms does the patient have?"

Dean Carter explained while leading them inside: "This patient’s condition is quite complex, a rare disease. When it strikes, the body trembles weakly, and the function of body organs is also declining..."

Serena nodded, carefully reviewed the patient’s medical records and various test reports, and formed an understanding in her mind.

Before entering the surgery room, one of the comrades suddenly handed over a document, "Comrade Serena Summers, please sign this confidentiality agreement."

Serena raised an eyebrow, "I can sign the confidentiality agreement, but when do you plan to fulfill my request?"

The two comrades exchanged glances, hesitating, "This..."

"Anytime." At that moment, a middle-aged man approached with a smile that, despite being friendly, exuded a clear sense of authority.

This familiar face seemed to be a leader from the security department of Corland.

"You said it yourself, no backing out," Serena’s eyes curved, and her red lips held a light smile, looking innocent yet harmless.

The middle-aged man nodded, "Of course."

Serena got the answer she wanted, her gaze returning to Adrian Holt, "I’ll be out soon."

Adrian Holt nodded, reaching out to ruffle her hair, "Go on, I’ll wait for you outside."