Chapter 38
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Brenna gave a small, knowing smile. “You could handle it just as well. You’ve inherited your grandfather’s techniques.”
“I’m a surgeon first and foremost,” Christopher said with a resigned shrug. “My grandfather always said you have a natural gift for medicine. It’s a shame you never pursued it seriously.”
Not long after, they arrived at Shirie Hospital.
As one of the top hospitals in the country, it was renowned for its elite specialists and frequently catered to patients from all over the region.
Stepping out of the MPV, Christopher handed Brenna a surgical mask. Without hesitation, she slipped it on, concealing most of her face.
“Vincent underwent surgery to relieve pressure on his brain two weeks ago. He’s currently in the internal medicine ward, Room 101, on the seventh floor,” Christopher explained.
Just as he spoke, his phone rang — a call from the emergency department.
“You go ahead. I need to handle this,” he said, hurrying off.
Brenna made her way to Vincent’s room alone.
Outside the room, a small crowd had gathered. Among them were several doctors in white coats, a few nurses, and a group of well-dressed individuals who appeared to be Vincent’s family.
As Brenna approached, no one paid her any attention, assuming she was a family member who had wandered into the wrong room.
“The last student of Mr. Pierce should be arriving soon,” a man muttered, glancing down the corridor while checking his watch.
A female doctor in her thirties hung up a call and turned to the group with an eager expression. “Dr. Pierce just told me that Mr. Pierce’s student has arrived.”
𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣: g⸮𝗮𝗅⸮𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⸮ⅽ⸮𝗈𝗆
Brenna’s voice was calm as she spoke. “Excuse me, is this Mr. Vincent Mitchell’s hospital room? I’m here to treat him.”
At the entrance of the hospital room, all eyes turned to Brenna, many filled with skepticism and condescension.
There were five doctors—four men and one woman—all wearing badges identifying them as chief physicians. The male doctors, all in their forties or older, were experienced professionals in internal medicine. Nearby stood two nurses—one head nurse and one junior nurse.
Among the seven individuals who appeared to be family members, two were young adults in their twenties, while the rest were middle-aged men in their fifties. Their attire was casual, but the quality of the fabric hinted at wealth and status.
A name badge on the young female doctor read “Chief Physician Lindsay Cohen.”
Lindsay studied Brenna critically. The young woman before her, dressed fashionably, looked more suited for an office than a hospital ward. Though her face was partially hidden behind a mask, her striking eyes and poised figure revealed her beauty.
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