The True Heiress is the Reserved Fiancé's Exclusive Memory-Chapter 626 - 640: Wedding Night (7)

Nurses rushed around, family members of the patients cried anxiously, and media reporters stood by with cameras ready at all times.

Mia Ginger glanced at the faces of several reporters and noticed no significant changes in their expressions. Calm and steady, they took photos without intrusively interviewing anyone.

Koa Jackson had already reached a mobile stretcher.

With one hand, he gently moved the injured person’s bleeding head to the side and asked, "Was the CT done?"

"It’s done," a nurse quickly replied.

"You’re a doctor, please save my husband," a woman cried breathlessly beside them.

Koa Jackson looked up, "Family member?"

"Yes, yes."

"Sign the form and handle the admission procedures," Koa Jackson briefly instructed. He pressed twice on the injured man’s chest, looked down at his drooping eyelids, and asked, "Can you hear me clearly?"

The injured person mumbled and fainted.

Koa Jackson’s long fingers landed on his waist, causing him to pinch twice. He then tentatively lifted one of his legs and put it down, saying to the nurse beside him, "Push to operating room one."

Then he glanced at Felix Lopez, "Ask the family about the situation, and check for any special medical history."

"My husband..."

The crying woman wanted to ask something further, but Felix Lopez quickly said, "You can talk to me."

Koa Jackson generally doesn’t talk much with patients’ families, especially before surgery.

He looked up at Mia Ginger and gave her a reassuring look before turning to enter the operating room.

Mia Ginger bit her lip, watching his back, and suddenly fell silent.

She stepped forward to sit on the long bench beside her.

Yes, Koa Jackson was simply such a person.

He didn’t say much, but often a single look was enough to comfort her, making her feel both secure and stable.

Such a man was already her husband.

He was so outstanding, a person so useful to society. She had to be just like him, giving support to those in pain, and strength to those in sorrow.

Mia Ginger was lost in thought, overhearing the voices of two reporters waiting behind her.

One of them said, "Sister Chapman, that doctor who just went in seems to be the one from the Chili Town earthquake, with the surname Yan."

"I saw," another voice replied indifferently.

"Do you think that short-haired girl is his girlfriend? She looks quite young."

Are they talking about her?

Mia Ginger suddenly realized, slightly stunned.

There was a pause lasting several seconds behind her. Then she heard the voice of the woman who had spoken second earlier.

Lowering her voice, she reprimanded sharply, "Is this what you should be concerned about right now? At this moment? Young girl, you’re a reporter, a news reporter, why are you busying yourself with gossip at a time like this? Heh."

"I..."

"Shut up, call Captain Lee at the accident scene."

"..."

The two reporters behind her fell silent.

After a few seconds, Mia Ginger heard someone get up and move around.

The gossiping young reporter bit her lip, walked to the stairway, and made a phone call.

Mia Ginger sat for quite a while, hearing the reprimanding reporter getting up as well. She instinctively looked up.

She walked over to the crying family member of the injured person and gently said, "Sit on the bench and wait, don’t stand. Even if you’re not tired, the child needs rest."

Mia Ginger and the family member were both stunned.

The latter was surprised, "How did you know I was pregnant?"

The female reporter didn’t answer but instead soothingly said, "Go sit on that bench over there, the surgery will take at least one or two hours."