Twins in Her Womb: Sir President, Please be Gentle



Chapter 3403 Every Move Luke Makes Is A Risky One

"Don't worry, it won't affect you in the slightest," said Abel.

The villa was bought under Shanks name.

So while it appeared to be the Island of Despair's property, it was, in fact, Shanks' personal asset.

Abel shot a glance at his subordinates, who stood beside him. Without hesitation, they grabbed the doctor and hauled him away.

As Hera watched the scene unfold, she felt a sudden pang of unease. She was well aware of Abel's methods. Punishment was never off the table.

However, seeing the way things were unfolding, Hera could not shake the feeling that Abel might actually take the doctor's life.

Still, they were in A City, a country with strict laws. Would Abel really go that far?

As Abel tumed to leave, Hera said almost nervously, "Darling..."

"I have some matters to take care of. Be good and stay here. Don't wander around, okay?" Abel's mood was apparently lifted by the successful surgery. His voice was unexpectedly gentle.

Hera's unease only deepened. She grabbed the sleeve of his coat. "Darling, are you leaving again? I'm so bored I could die! Why don't you take me with you? I promise I won't cause any trouble."

Abel pulled his arm free. He looked at her with a smile that was neither fully a smile nor a frown. "Trust me. You wouldn't want to see what I'm about to do."

A chill ran down Hera's spine.

She suddenly had a bad feeling.

Would Abel actually kill someone?

How could that be possible?

The thought of his hands stained with blood yet still touching her made Hera shudder uncontrollably.

Being touched by someone with blood on their hands was no good oren. She feared that her own blood might soon stain Abel's hands as well.

As she watched the doctor being dragged away, Abel left with a smile on his face. A wave of fear crept into her heart, and everything around her began to feel strangely surreal.

Abel's smile was laced with bloodthirsty cruelty.

As their figures disappeared from view, Hera turned to Luca.

Even though she was reluctant to speak to her, her curiosity got the better of her. "Do you think they'll kill that doctor?"

"If you're so curious, Ms. Sanchez, why don't you go and see for yourself?" Luca had a good idea of the fate awaiting the doctor but knew there was nothing she could do about it.

Besides, Luca had her suspicions. If Luke had planted someone among them, it certainly was not this doctor.

The person he chose would not be so clumsy. He would not have gotten slapped and coughed up blood from a hit, and neither would he have done such a blatant job of sabotaging the surgery.

No, anyone sent by Luke would be far more intelligent and discreet.noveldrama

As Luca started toward the medical van, Hera's voice cut through the air. "Luca, what kind of attitude is that?"

Luca paused for a moment. Was her attitude really a problem?

"I asked you a question, and that's the answer you gave me?" Hera could not help but feel upset. She had hoped the surgery would fail, giving Abel an excuse to punish Luca. Instead, her plan had backfired. The surgery was a success.

Now, when Hera asked her a question, Luca still carried herself with that arrogant, untouchable attitude.

Hera could not stand it.

"I don't think there's anything wrong with my attitude." After that, Luca got into the van and shut the van door behind her.

After disinfecting her hands, she walked over to the volunteer.

Shanks had given clear instructions, and she was more than capable of handling it.

Hera was so furious that she wished she could storm in and drag Luca out by her collar. However, she remembered how much Abel cared about this patient. The thought stopped her in her tracks. She could not afford to cross Abel. If she did, she would be the one to face the consequences. It would not be Luca.

At the thought of this, Hera forced herself to hold back.

Inside the van, Luca finished her work with the volunteer and finally had a moment to send a message to Luke.

Through their exchange, she confirmed her suspicion.

Luke had planted someone on the inside. It turned out that the doctor who later assisted with the surgery was his operative.

Luca shook her head helplessly. It felt like a false sense of having survived a disaster. Every move Luke made was a risky one-from his earlier disguise to placing a doctor within their

ranks.

Luca could not help but wonder what role that operative had played. It was surely something significant as it had enabled her to board the medical van.

Still, Luke had not elaborated, and Luca chose not to press him for answers.

After a brief exchange of messages, the volunteer began to wake up.

"Mmm..." He groaned softly as the effects of the anesthesia started to wear off.

Luca pocketed her phone, mindful that he still could not see. She wanted to ensure he felt safe and to let him know he was not alone in the enclosed space.

"You're awake?" asked Luca

The volunteer recognized Luca's voice and, gritting his teeth through the pain, spoke up. Yes... Did the surgery succeed?"

His mind was still foggy from the general anesthesia, and it took him a moment to ask the most pressing question.

"The surgery was a success," replied Luca, "We've reconnected all the nerves. As long as we follow the prescribed treatment plan, your recovery should progress smoothly."

The volunteer's voice trembled with excitement. "Does that mean... I'll be able to see again?"

"Unless something unexpected happens, there's a high chance you'll regain your sight. Have faith in yourself and in Mr. Shanks, Luca reassured him and adjusted the IV drip.

The volunteer's excitement was palpable. "I believe in all of you. If it weren't for your help, wouldn't have regained my ability to walk or be on my way to a normal life. Thank you."

Luca stayed silent for a moment.

The volunteer added, "But... my eyes really hurt."

Luca explained, "That's normal. It's not just your eyes, right?"

"Yeah, my head hurts too." He instinctively raises a hand to touch his head before hesitating.

"It's okay. You'll feel better tomorrow. Don't worry. You'll be alright," comforted Luca. "The pain will subside gradually, and after four or five days, it won't be as noticeable. But you need to rest and stay in bed. No unnecessary movement, got it?"

"Yes." The volunteer was very obedient. His hand, which had been moving, instantly froze in

place.

"Got it." The volunteer obediently stopped moving his hand immediately.

Luca added, "Good. Don't worry, you'll be fine. You can still move your hands. But if your eyes

feel anything beyond pain-any strange sensations-you need to tell me right away. Don't try

to tough it out."

Eyes were different from knees.

Reconstructing a complete skeletal structure with an artificial knee joint was a well- established procedure in modern medicine. However, the surgery they performed today was

a first in medical history.

"Okay, I understand," replied the volunteer. His voice camed a hint of drowsiness. He

yawned

"The anesthesia hasn't fully worn off yet. Go ahead and get some more rest. If the pain becomes too much, just let me know, and I'll give you some painkillers," reminded Luca.

"Thank you, Ms. Craw," the volunteer said sincerely.

Over the course of his treatment, he had come to appreciate Luca's gentle and meticulous care. Although she was not the one taking care of him on a daily basis, every treatment she provided was gentle and meticulous.

Even though he could not see her, he could sense that Luca was a warm and beautiful

person.

He could not wait for the day he could see her and find out if she looked as beautiful as he

imagined.

"It's nothing. The treatment ahead will be more painful than what you endured for your knees. But you've made it this far. Don't give up now."

Facial and cranial nerves were far more intricate and sensitive than those in the legs.

Even without administering the next round of medication, Luca could already foresee the challenges and pain the volunteer would face.