An hour later, everyone had settled down, their faces lit with big smiles.
Mr. Yates was on the road to full recovery, and Dr. Rose wholeheartedly believed it.
Ross had not only healed Alvin's sister Andrea in the past but had now done the same for her father.
To her, it was undeniable—Ross could perform miracles with just a touch of his hand.
However, the joyous atmosphere was interrupted when the door to the room swung open abruptly.
"Rose, did I hear correctly? Your father is awake now?"
A tall, handsome man strode into the room, his pristine white coat marking him as another doctor at the hospital.
His sharp gaze immediately zeroed in on Dr. Rose, only to shift toward Ross, who sat beside her—a man whose name had been on everyone's lips lately.
"You're…" The man's words faltered as he assessed Ross with suspicion.
"Ross Oakley," Ross said smoothly, standing up with a disarming smile.
