NovelXXXChapter 621 When Raymond learned the surgery still wasn't over, a shadow crossed his face. Ignoring the nurse's attempts to stop him, he insisted on waiting right outside the operating room.
While Raymond had been unconscious, the Carmichaels and Hilda had kept vigil in front of the surgery doors, not closing their eyes for a moment. Even Inez, Herschel, and siblings Monica and Wade Saunders had rushed over as soon as they heard.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtEveryone looked tense, their faces ashen with worry, the corridor heavy with the silence of dread.
Raymond stood numbly behind the group, his gaze fixed on the glowing "Emergency" sign above the doors. His eyes were rimmed red, his mind spiraling.
Suddenly, an image from his dream forced its way into his thoughts: Citrine, her features twisted in pain, collapsed on a cold linoleum floor, blood everywhere. The fear that gripped him was unlike anything he'd ever felt.
He stared at the tightly shut doors, his eyes growing emptier by the second, until a bump on his shoulder jolted him back to reality.
"Oh, I'm so sorry-are you alright?" The nurse who'd run into him looked apologetic, her uniform crisp and clean. She recognized him immediately-Citrine's father. Her tone softened with respect.
Raymond started to reassure her, but then caught a glimpse of her face and froze. His expression shifted. "Sue?" The nslipped out before he could stop himself.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThat face was the sas in his dreams-the nurse who had secretly brought Citrine meals in the hospital at night. The two images merged, dream and reality blurring.
Yet in his dream, Sue had worked at a hospital owned by Glenwood Group. Now, she was here at Crestwood Medical Research Center.
Sue's eyes widened in surprise. "How did you know my name? Have we met?" Raymond didn't answer her question. Instead, he pressed, "Weren't you working at Glenwood Group's hospital? How are you here now?" Her surprise deepened. That job had ended a year ago-how could Citrine's father possibly know about it? Sue shot him a wary glance and asked hesitantly, "How did you know I used to work at Glenwood's hospital?" Raymond realized how odd his questions sounded, and that he might be alarming her. He paused then quickly made something up. "Actually, I was a patient at Glenwood's hospital once. You were assigned to my friend's room, and after a while, I just remembered your name." That explanation seemed to satisfy her. Sue finally relaxed, her posture easing.
"Oh, I see."
Since Raymond was the biological father of the research center's m Auch was director, Sue's attitude was naturally respectful. Without hesitation, she shared her story. "A year ago, when I worked at
surgery fees Glenwood's hospital, I cacross a patient in a really desperate situation. I ended up covering her surgery fees out of my own pocket. But during the operation, she died unexpectedly. After that, her family caused a huge scene at the hospital, saying I shouldn't have helped her without their permission-and they demanded compensation from me."
"I didn't think k it was fair, so I tried to explain things to my supervisor. One day, I overheard him talking with the hospital director; they admitted the patient's death wasn't an accident, but the result of a doctor's mistake. I was young and hotheaded back then-so I barged into the office, demanding they clear my name. It was naïve. After I confronted them, they firedfor 'unauthorized payment of surgery fees leading to an incident."" "That's when your daughter found me. She asked if I wanted to work at the Medical Research Center instead, and I've been here ever since."
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