Sir Ares, Goodnight novel (Jay Ares and Rose) novel Chapter 589

After the discharge papers were processed, Grayson found himself at a loss.

The president's body had only just stabilized and the doctor had spoken of the possibility of that status wavering. What if the president showed signs of worsening after returning to Tourmaline Estate? What would he do then?

Grayson went to negotiate a foolproof plan with the administrator, where they finally decided on having important doctors of related specializations brought along to Tourmaline Estate.

Over 20 people stood waiting at the hospital room's door by the end, ranging from medical engineers to doctors and care workers.

As Grayson turned to ask the president of his opinion, he found the latter staring down at him like one would pandas. "You might as well move the entire hospital to Tourmaline Estate."

Grayson should have known the president would never agree to such a thing.

However, Grayson refused to back down. Pulling up the determination of a soldier, he began to persuade the president with everything he had. "I understand you dislike hoarding resources to yourself, Mr.

President, but your condition has yet to stabilize. If

you don't want that many people hovering over you, w e can cut it down to a specialized team?”

Jay remained silent.

Taking it as an agreement, Grayson began to list out constructive suggestions.

"Only the doctor?"

Grayson believed that the doctor would be who the president needed the most, for they could monitor his illness and react as per any changes.

Jay in return stared menacingly at Grayson, his handsome appearance cold.

Grayson tensed. The president’s expression was showing his blatant displeasure with his suggestion." Alright, then. If we don’t take the doctor, how about the physical therapist?"

Very well. The president's condition should have stabilized enough that he could take the prescribed medication without supervision. What came next should be the physical therapist.

Jay's attractive features began to freeze over.

Feeling the temperature in the room drop by a few degrees, Grayson hugged his shoulders with a shiver. " If not the physical therapist, how about a nutritionist?"