RedNovelMeanwhile- The clinic nurse, as usual, brought Tricia her lunch. She slid open the service hatch and called out to the woman lying on the bed, "Tto eat!" But the patient didn't move. No answer.
The nurse called her ntwice more.
Still nothing. A flicker of worry crossed the nurse's face. She hurried to unlock the main door with her key.
If something happened to this patient, she'd be in serious trouble! She approached the bedside, reached out-and in that instant, Tricia stabbed a syringe into her neck, injecting the contents in one swift motion.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe nurse's pupils widened. "You-" She never finished. Within seconds, her body went slack, and she collapsed to the floor, unconscious.
Tricia scrambled off the bed, staggering as she rushed to shut the door. Gasping for breath, she kicked the used syringe into a corner, then quickly stripped the nurse's uniform and changed into it herself.
When she finished, she dragged the nurse onto the bed, arranging her to look like a patient under the covers. Staring at her own trembling right hand, Tricia's eyes blazed with frustration and fury.
She had to get out. No matter what.
By midday, Charlotte had assisted in two surgeries-nothing too major, just supporting roles. The last procedure didn't wrap up until nearly half 1/3 14:16 Chapter 289 past two.
The lead surgeon this twas Professor Grant, a respected figure who hadn't picked up a scalpel in years. Charlotte had never met him before today.
If it weren't for the patient-a challenging case, an eight-year-old with a brain infection caused by parasites- Professor Grant probably wouldn't have cout of retirement.
"I hear you studied under Old Mr. Carstairs," Professor Grant remarked once they finished scrubbing out. "You've made it to lead surgeon at such a young age. That's impressive." Although Professor Grant had been retired for years, he kept up with the hospital's affairs.
Charlotte smiled politely, eyes lowered. "I've always been interested in medicine. Even as a kid, I'd pretend to be a doctor when all the other children were playing house. I never thought I'd actually end up taking the medical boards." "That kind of passion is a sign of real talent." Professor Grant turned to look at her. "You know, there aren't many women leading surgeries. Old Mr. Carstairs is lucky to have you." Charlotte accepted the compliment with quiet humility.
He noticed her bandaged hand for the first time-the gloves had hidden it during surgery. "What happened to your hand?" She shrugged, touching the gauze. “Just a little accident.” Professor Grant didn't press. After a few more words, he left her to her day.
Back in the office, Marlene was practically glowing with respect after hearing Professor Grant had returned for a case. Gentry, munching on a banana, had just joined the hospital and never met Grant before. "Is he really that good?" he asked.
Marlene shot him a look. "What would you know, kid? In neurology, 2/3 14:16 Chapter 289
Professor Grant's knowledge is right up there with Old Mr. Carstairs. If he weren't so easygoing-never one to fight for power-he'd be hospital director by now. Even your Professor Carstairs has to call him 'sir'!" Gentry choked a little. "My Professor Carstairs? What's that got to do with me?" "You're always singing his praises in front of me, aren't you?" "Please, would you say that to his face?" "No way-I'm not looking for trouble. But I'll say it here if I want."
The two of them went back and forth, bantering as always-their bickering Weye an office had practically becan office routine. Charlotte just shook her head and smiled helplessly. Then her phone rang: an unknown number.
She hesitated, then stepped out into the hallway to answer.
A familiar voice cthrough. "Charlotte, it's me.' Charlotte's eyes widened in surprise. "Vera?"
"Yes, I kept the number you gave me.
! You toldto call when I was ready. I think...n ready now." 14:16 Share to your friends
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