After Breast Cancer Surgery, My Husband Couldn't Wait To Give Me A Breast Augmentation SurgeryChapter 1
After the breast cancer was removed, my husband immediately built a hospital, just so that I could rest and recuperate.
In front of the bed, he held my hand and said again and again. "Wife, I am sorry for you. You are not even qualified to be a mother at such a young age."
I looked down at my flat chest and smiled bitterly.
John stayed by the bed day and night, trying to make me regain my confidence. But he seemed to have forgotten that the reason I got breast cancer was all because of him.
He promised me solemnly that he would take care of me for the rest of his life, but there was no future between us.
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John called the most authoritative experts in the country to treat me.
The ward was surrounded by people and John knelt in front of the bed, holding my hand in his palm, with worry in his eyes.
"Monica, don't worry, these are the best experts in the country, they will help you."
I didn't answer John's words, but looked up at the doctors around me with happy faces. The truth was, they were not an expert in difficult and complicated diseases, but a doctor in a plastic surgery hospital.
"Mrs. Jenner, don't worry. Many stars are created by us. We will definitely restore your previous appearance. Mr. Lagerfeld is so good to you. After knowing that you are sick, he immediately built a hospital and asked us to rush here from all places overnight. So when you recover, we can perform the operation."
A young doctor looked at me complacently. She thought that John's behavior would move me, so she was eager to show herself. But they calculated it wrong. It was not someone else who made me look like this now, but him, John.
"I'm too tired. You go out first." I said as I closed my eyes numbly. I took a long breath and lay back on the bed.
Seeing this, John stood up and said to everyone. "Didn't you hear? My wife is tired. You go first. I will call you later if I need you."
The doctor who just spoke suddenly turned back and looked at me with a sneer in her eyes.
She walked at the end of the crowd and whispered to John. "Mr. Lagerfeld, I'll wait for you in the office, don't forget to keep the appointment."
John pushed her out of the room with a guilty conscience and looked back to see me still lying on the bed unmoved and he breathed a sigh of relief.