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    At Silver Boulder Private Hospital, Baylor dropped the documents from Jamison onto Norah’s desk. “Dr. Wilson, here’s the exchange n. Dr. Herrera wants you to look it over.”


    Jamison had mentioned that if Norah hadn’t been tied up in the operating room, he wouldn’t have had Baylor deliver it.


    Jealousy gnawed at Baylor as he clenched his teeth behind his mask. What made Norah so special? She was just another attending doctor, maybe slightly better at some procedures.


    He used to butter up to Norah, thinking she had valuable skills to learn. But after getting a spot in the exchange program, he believed he was just as good. Since he could get what Norah could, he didn’t see why she should act so high and mighty. Even Jamison himself wasn’t that arrogant.


    In reality, Norah always responded politely. It was Baylor who spun all these prejudices. Since he couldn’t win Norah’s affection, he painted her as a vile woman in his mind.


    Norah skimmed through the n, noting its focus on scheduling, strict rules, and learning objectives. Once she finished, she set the n aside and picked up the patient information she had prepped for Jamison.


    This was the patient information she was handling. She needed to brief him and pass on the updates promptly.


    “Alright, thanks, Dr. Wilson.”


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    Jamison felt good. Norah was meticulous and impable. She always nailed surgeries with the steady hand of a seasoned doctor. The whole department had watched her operation videos.


    “Remember, the main reason you’re going to Concord Hospital is to learn new skills and bring them back to our team.”


    Norah suddenly felt the weight on her shoulders increase.


    “I will,” she replied.


    Jamison and Gil had helped her secure this opportunity. Even though she had reservations, she would take this trip seriously.


    “Susanna, you’ve been through so much.”


    The middle-aged woman, dressed in luxury, held Susanna close, her eyes slightly red. “Why didn’t you call me and your father sooner?”


    Her voice carried a mixture of reproach and deep affection as her hands tenderly cupped Susanna’s face. “Your dad and I don’t work anymore. Didn’t you want to see us?”


    Susanna, deeply attached to her mother, nestled into her embrace, findingfort in the familiar scent. Slowly, her mood began to lift.


    “I did call when I found out I had to be hospitalized,” Susanna replied.


    She had hoped to avoid hospitalization, trusting that Norah’s skills would suffice. But once she was admitted, the sting of her parents’ absence became palpable.


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