NovelXXXChapter 575 The nurse nearby had caught the tail end of Park's conversation, and she looked at him in surprise. "Wait, you know our director?" Park hesitated, glancing in the direction Citrine had gone, and ventured, "Your director? You mean Citrine Carmichael-President Carmichael?" The nurse nodded. "That's right." Park's eyes widened in disbelief. "Did I hear that right? You're saying she's the director of your research center?" Another nod from the nurse. "Yep, that's her." She grinned. "Pretty impressive, isn't she? Beautiful and tough as nails." Park was still reeling, but managed a dazed nod.
The nurse's curiosity perked up. "So, you already knew her last nwas Carmichael. Are you two acquaintances?" Park gave a weak laugh, nodding again. "Who doesn't know her? Chairwoman of CICI Group, the rising star of Crestwood-her reputation precedes her." The nurse beamed with pride. "That's our director for you-she's famous for a reason." Every word radiated admiration for her boss.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtPark glanced at the nurse, his confusion mounting. "Do you have any idea what President Carmichael was doing just now, heading off with that group?" The nurse answered without missing a beat, "She's performing surgery on a flu patient. The patient's got severe underlying conditions, and none of the other specialists dared attempt it, so our director had to take the lead herself." Park felt like he'd stumbled across something extraordinary. He stared at the nurse in disbelief. "Your director is a surgeon?" "She's not just a surgeon-she's a top specialist. Every operation she's performed has been a complete success. You probably don't know this, but the breakthrough flu medication, the whole treatment protocol, and the surgical procedures-they're all her research." The nurse's face was aglow with pride, almost like a devoted fan speaking of a hero.
"She's... not just an outstanding businesswoman, but also a brilliant scientist and doctor," Park murmured, stunned yet oddly hopeful.
fet But that hope shriveled almost instantly as he recalled his recent actions. His face drained of color. Just a short while ago, he'd led the board in withdrawing from Blood Rain, practically slamming the door in President Carmichael's face. There was no way she didn't resent him for it-she probably wished she could trample him underfoot.
Given what he'd done, Park's unease only grew. He instantly gave up any thought of asking Citrine to operate on his son. People could be unpredictable; if he went toate for help and she refused-or worse, threw him out of the hospital-his son would lose his only hope.
Resolving not to dwell on it, Park steadied himself and went back to waiting.
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Hours later, the surgery was over. Citrine emerged from the operating room with her team After cleaning up, she was heading back to her private suite when she spotted a familiar figure slouched in the waiting area. Without hesitation, Citrine walked over.
"President Atkinson, is everything alright?"
Park had been sitting in the waiting room for hours. These past few days, between the constant worry and m steepless nights caring for his son, he hadn't had a proper rest in days. He'd dozed off without realizing it, only to be startled awake by Citrine's voice.
He never imagined that the first thing he'd see upon opening his eyes om would be Citrine herself. He jumped, nearly dropping the sleeping child in his arms. "Pr-President Carmichael," he stammered. Citrine gave him a once-over. "President Atkinson, what are you doing here? Are you unwell?"
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