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

The bed was soft. The head of the orthopedic department was not worried about Pierre banging his head when he fell.
Only after Pierre collapsed did the caretakers dare to approach and tidy up the mess on the bed. They changed the pillow and
the sheets for Pierre, replacing them with new ones.
The head of the orthopedic department frowned as he looked at the sheets torn to shreds by Pierre.
Fortunately, Pierre could not get out of bed now. Otherwise, they would all be in trouble.
He was indeed ruthless.
"Sir, should we inform Dr. Park?" The nurse asked with concern. Pierre looked like he wanted to fight with Dr. Park just now!
"What should we say? What can we say?" The head of the orthopedic department asked twice in a row. "It was already
unconventional for Dr. Park to perform the surgery on him at our hospital. Plus, I can tell that he did his best during the surgery.
The patient's treatment was delayed for too long, and no immediate action was taken when he was injured. It wasn't easy to
save the leg, and Dr. Park even saved his deteriorating nerves. He has done everything he could. It'll all be in vain even if Dr.
Park comes and performs surgery on him again."
He knew it well because he was the assistant surgeon during the surgery.
Johann did not make any mistakes as he proceeded with each step according to standard procedure. The surgery was
practically flawless.
It was unavoidable for Pierre's leg to be crippled. They were not gods, after all. Given the poor condition of Pierre's bones, the
best outcome after the surgery was for him to be able to walk in the future.
The nurse felt speechless and had a throbbing pain in her head while she listened to him.
They did not inform Johann. They had no idea how Pierre would react when he woke up later.
Did they have to give him a tranquilizer every time he tried to make a scene?
He was not really insane. How could they possibly inject him with a tranquilizer every day? Besides, the Mallory family would not
approve of such a way to calm him down.

The head of the orthopedic department had no other choice at the moment. He asked the nurse when he noticed her reddened
forehead, "What hit you?"
The ward was a mess after Pierre threw everything on the floor.
The nurse pointed at the cup on the floor. "A plastic cup."
"Thank God it's not made of glass. Get an ice pack and apply it on your forehead," said the head of the orthopedic department.
Pierre had calmed down now. He did not need a nurse to take care of him at the moment.
"Okay." The nurse had no choice but to leave the ward.
The head of the orthopedic department said to the two caretakers who had caused trouble, "Both of you, tidy this up."
"Yes, Sir," the caretakers replied in unison. It was their carelessness that caused the trouble. Hence, it was their responsibility to
clean it up.
The nurse returned to the nurse's station and walked into the lounge. She took a frozen ice pack out of the fridge and applied it
on her swollen skin in front of the mirror.
A chilling and sharp sensation of pain crawled over her forehead as the icy cold ice pack was applied on the reddened skin. The
nurse grimaced in pain.
A colleague walked in and saw the nurse. Then, she asked, "Did you accidentally hit your head or did someone hit you? Why is it
all red?"
"The patient lost control and threw something at me," explained the nurse. She did not feel like telling her what exactly
happened.
The nurse who walked in a moment ago asked with confusion, “Is that patient's temper really that bad? It's truly the epitome of
bad luck to be sent to take care of him."
The nurse secretly agreed with what her colleague said. Was it not true? It was really unfortunate for her to experience this.
The other nurse asked again, "But who's that guy? Do you mind cluing me in?"
She was pulling double shifts today. That was why she saw what happened to Pierre when he was sent upstairs.

Back then, the patient was lying on the bed with a cloth covering his face.
No one could see his appearance.
What was even more outrageous was that the director of the hospital assigned the head and deputy head of the orthopedic
department as the attending physicians for this mysterious patient, while all other doctors were strictly forbidden from
approaching him.
As for the nurses, the head nurse and a young nurse named Sunny were assigned to take care of him.
The head nurse took the day shift, while Sunny took the night shift.
Sunny was the one who got hit by the cup.
She was a relative of the director of the hospital. He believed that his relative was more reliable than others. That was why he
had the head nurse work the day shift and assigned Sunny to work the night shift.
All the patient's medical records and medications were keyed into a separate computer, which was located in the patient's ward.
Ordinary doctors and nurses were not allowed to be near that ward and were forbidden from inquiring about the patient's
condition.
Moreover, the medication records were protected by a username and password, which belonged to the head nurse.
It was considered the most confidential login information in the department. Sunny thought to herself that her forehead would be
swollen tomorrow if she did not apply the ice pack long enough.
She made up her mind and pressed the ice pack against her forehead.
The cool sensation spread from her head to toe, but Sunny persevered for the sake of beauty.
"The director has given his orders. Are you trying to get me in trouble by asking me to reveal the patient's information?” Sunny
refused to let the nurse know who he was.
“Come on. I thought it'd be fine to tell me. You're the director's relative, after all. Besides, my lips are sealed," replied the nurse.
Sunny rolled her eyes. "He's the real deal. Even the director dares not to offend him. If I were to reveal it, not only will I get
myself in trouble, but you'll also be in a mess of trouble too. Curiosity kills the cat. I'm doing this for your own good."

The nurse finally understood what Sunny meant.
She might lose her job if she found out who the patient was.
The nurse immediately stopped asking and left with a set of infusion equipment.
Sunny looked at herself in the mirror, still applying the ice pack to her forehead. Her hand was starting to feel numb.
She moved the ice pack away and took a glance at her forehead. It was still swollen and red. What rotten luck...
Unfortunately, she could only bear this silently.
She could not possibly ask for an apology or an explanation from the Mallory family when the director himself was afraid of them.
Sunny recalled that the head nurse told her that she would be exclusively responsible for taking care of Pierre for the upcoming
period. She decided to search for information about Pierre on the internet.
Pierre had a list of evil deeds and a track record riddled with blemishes. Sunny could not help but think that Pierre was a
notorious evildoer.
The second young master of the Mallory family? Even though the title sounded pleasant, in reality, he was just a bad person.
She initially refused to take on this responsibility, but the hospital director said that she had already agreed before revealing the
person's identity.
Now that she knew his identity, there was no way she could back out. Otherwise, she could not blame anyone but herself for
disregarding familial obligations.
The director also warned that if the Mallory family found out that she knew Pierre's identity but refused to take care of him, any
future leaks of information would ultimately be blamed on her.
Sunny felt overwhelmed and reluctantly agreed to be responsible for taking care of Pierre at night.
"Ah, what terrible luck. This is ridiculous." Sunny threw the ice pack into the trash bin at the thought of this. Then, she gently
touched her forehead.
She grimaced in pain.

"Sunny, have you applied the ice pack?" The head of the orthopedic department walked in. He was being so friendly to her
because she was the hospital director's relative.
Although he was the head of the orthopedic department, he was not the top authority in the hospital.
If he did not receive any recognition, his position as the head of department could easily be replaced by someone else.
The income in a private hospital was much higher than that of an ordinary doctor in a public hospital. The pay for the head of
department was even higher.
He did not want his position to be taken away.