Twins in Her Womb: Sir President, Please be Gentle by Heap Heap

Pierre’s leg was not treated in time, so even Johann could not help him return to his

normal state.

“Hmph. You'd think that he wouldn’t be able to cause any trouble in his current state, but

a person like him is full of surprises. One day, he might even do something crazier

because of his crippled leg."

Since they were all family, Old Master Crawford criticized Pierre unceremoniously.

Besides, Pierre was utterly useless in his opinion.

Meanwhile, Pierre was lying on a semi-reclined hospital bed, looking at Johann with a grim

expression.

“Is my leg not going to get better?" he asked.

Doctors at the private hospitals he used to go to would say things that were nice to hear.

They told him that he would be able to return to normal after rehabilitation.

After transferring to Central Hospital, the doctors here did not say such things to him.

Even in the detainment ward, Pierre knew that his leg was irrecoverable.

“Mr. Pierre, please cooperate and follow my instructions while I do the check-up." Johann

frowned.

He asked Pierre to perform some actions to check his current condition, but Pierre refused

to cooperate. Instead, he kept asking questions about his leg.

It was still not time to remove the cast, nor was it time for him to enter rehabilitation.

Johann was not a god. How would he know how Pierre’s leg was going to turn out?

Although there was a high chance of his leg being permanently crippled, he might still turn

out lucky.

“I want you to tell me the truth!" Pierre suppressed his anger as he dared not lash out at

Johann.

When he was in a car accident, Johann was the one who saved his life.

Even though he was angry, he should not get angry at a capable doctor like Johann.

“Mr. Pierre, doctors can’t give patients definitive answers regarding illnesses and injuries. I

hope you understand.

"All I can say is that once you get your plaster removed and you can get out of bed, you

should cooperate with rehabilitation." Johann’s face was emotionless now.

Pierre was not happy with his attitude.

Before the operation, Johann had promised him a good outcome. Now that the operation

was over, he was not as optimistic as he was before.

He wanted to know more, but Johann would not tell him anything.

How dare he?

Johann told the resident doctor next to him some things before leaving the ward.

Pierre was fuming. “What did Johann mean?"

The resident doctor was startled. It took him a while to realize that Johann was Dr. Park.

Johann's seniority at the hospital was high, so no one dared to call him by his first name,

which was why it took time for the resident doctor to realize.

"Dr. Park meant what he said. There's no other meaning behind it." The resident doctor

smiled when he answered Pierre. However, his smile immediately dropped when he met

Pierre's gaze.

What a vicious-looking patient.

"To what extent will my leg recover?" Pierre was impatient to know the answer.

"As Dr. Park said, we're not gods, so we can't predict these kinds of things. Just calm down

and cooperate with the treatment," said the resident doctor. If Johann could not give Pierre

an answer, he dared not give him an answer either.

The patient did not look friendly at all. If the patient were to take his answer seriously and

his recovery turned out to be different, he might accuse him in the future.

The resident doctor was careful not to get himself into trouble.

Pierre clenched his fists. If he could move right now, he would have landed a fist on that

doctor's face.

He might not dare to lay a finger on Johann, but that did not mean that he dared not lay a

finger on this resident doctor.

"Stop with the nonsense!" Pierre was so angry that he wanted to throw the teacup on the

bedside table at the resident doctor.

The doctor trembled. He sensed danger, so he stepped away from the bed and said, "Rest

up."

Then, he scurried off.

When the door opened, Karen appeared. She had come to visit Pierre.

The resident doctor turned sideways to let her in before walking out.

Karen frowned when she noticed the doctor's face. She asked, "Why does he look so

scared?"

Karen knew her son's temper, but she asked anyway. He was probably just trying to scare

the doctor.

"They're all trash," Pierre cursed as he looked at his plastered leg. He wanted nothing

more than to walk and see how his condition was.

"Pierre..." Before continuing, Karen glanced at the nurse and told her, "Wait outside."

"Y-Yes, Ma'am." The nurse was frightened by Pierre's expression. She walked out as soon

as Karen told her to.

After the nurse left, Karen walked up to him and said softly, "Why are you angry again?

Didn't the doctor say that you need to calm down so that you can heal faster?"

"The doctor also said that my leg would be fine. Look at me now. I don't even know how I'll

walk in the future. How can I trust them?" Pierre hit his leg in anger.

"Pierre, calm down!" Karen said panickedly.

Pierre's eyes were bloodshot. “I knew from the first day I came to this hospital that I'd

never return to the way I was. I can't even walk like a normal person!" "Nonsense!" Karen

knew what he was thinking, so she hesitated for a moment before whispering, "There are

other ways."

"What?" Pierre did not take her seriously.

"When I left yesterday, I heard the nurse say that there's someone very good at dry

needling. If she treats you, there's a chance you'll be able to return to the way you were.

There's no guarantee, but according to the nurse, it's possible," said Karen.

Pierre suddenly felt energized.

Before this, he felt as if he was stranded in a desert. He had completely given up hope,

but after Karen told him that he had a chance, his eyes lit up.

Finally, he had a glimmer of hope.

"Who is that person? Find her!" Pierre said.

Karen was put in a difficult position. She never intended to tell him this.

First of all, what if Karen could not find her? Secondly, this was all based on what the nurse

said. What if that person was not as skilled as the nurse had described?

Karen planned to find the person first before telling Pierre. Now that Karen had told him,

she felt as if she had been too impulsive.