When drinking water, Avery turned on her phone and glanced at it.
Last night she sent a message to the head of the March Medical Award jury panel. She told the other
party about Elliot, hoping that the other party could explain to the public as soon as possible.
Until this morning when she went out, she hadn’t received a reply from the other party.
When she sent a message to the other party last night, it was daytime in Bridgedale.
Clearly, they were trying to avoid it.
Avery looked solemn, put the thermos on the table, and continued to send messages to the other party:
[If you don’t reply to me today, I don’t mind coming forward to reveal this ridiculous lie to the public in
person!]
About five minutes later, Avery’s cell phone rang.
She immediately got up from the chair and said to Elliot, “I’ll go out and answer the phone.”
Elliot responded and watched Avery walk out of the ward.
Avery came out of the ward with her mobile phone and walked towards the safe passage not far away.
She took the call, and the voice of the head of the jury immediately came over the phone.
“Avery, I’m sorry. I dropped my phone during the day and took it to replace the screen. I just got it back
from the maintenance department.” The other party’s beautiful rhetoric directly suppressed Avery’s
emotions, “I was shocked by the news you sent. It’s unbelievable.”
“I also think it’s unbelievable. I thought I was going to prepare for Elliot’s funeral, but he woke up.”
Avery’s tone was light, with a hint of teasing, “He is not only awake now, but also conscious, can eat
and sleep, and will be discharged from the hospital in a few days.”
“Ah, this is really something to celebrate.” The other party said, “Greet your husband for me.”
“No need. Even if he’s not greeted, he can be fine.” Avery could tell from his tone that he was not a
sincere person, “What are you going to do with the awards you give out?”
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