“Well, I have to thank you for that,” Charlotte smiled, “If it weren’t for Ms. Warren’s help, I wouldn’t have been able toe to work.”
Caroline pretended not to understand, “What does Dr. Sutton mean by that?”
Charlotte walked up to Caroline, got close to her<b>, </b>and whispered in a voice only they could hear, “I wasn’t pregnant, so there’s no such thing as a miscarriage. Disappointed?”
Caroline stood there, her smile slowly turning into a frozen expression.
Before she could <b>react</b>, Charlotte looked at Reynald and said, “Reynald, I’m heading back to the office first.”
Reynald nodded and watched Charlotte get into the elevator.
Charlotte’s right arm was healing, so she couldn’t hold a scalpel yet. The hospital director arranged for her to cancel all surgeries <b>for </b>the time being and only do preoperative consultations.
She asked her colleague to check the department’s surveince, but unfortunately, the cameras couldn’t capture the hallway. Also, people from both upstairs and downstairs <b>have </b>been in and out, making it difficult to narrow down who pushed <b>her</b><b>. </b>
Mrs. Mercado was discharged from the hospital and asked to see Charlotte. Darien made an appointment for his wife.
Charlotte went to the ward in person to visit. She knocked on the door<b>, </b>got permission, and then pushed the door
Darien sat on the side helping his wife pack her <b>bags</b>.
open.
“Dr. Sutton, <b>you’re </b>here,” Mrs. Mercado said with a gentle smile, calling her to the bedside. “Thanks to your surgery, I’m much better
now.<b>” </b>
She also smiled, “As long <b>as </b>you didn’t feel any difort.”
Dr. Sutton, have you considered changing hospitals?”
Charlotte <b>was </b>taken aback suddenly<i>, </i>before she could ask, Mrs. Mercado continued, “Quelum Hospital in <b>Pornd </b>is pretty good, it’s the best hospital in Pornd, <b>the </b>benefits are not worse <b>than </b>Boston Hospital.”
Charlotte pursed her lips, <b>she </b>had heard about this hospital <b>back </b><b>in </b>college.
Quelum Hospital is where the experts work, <b>and </b>their medical technology is quite advanced. Their hospital mainly focuses on treating difficult andplicated <b>cases</b>. <b>If </b><b>other </b><b>hospitals </b>can’t handle a <b>disease</b><b>, </b>going to Quelum Hospital is like finding the right remedy.
The requirements to get into Quelum Hospital <b>are </b>quite high. They only <b>ept </b>120 clinical master students each <b>year</b>, and the initial exam score <b>ounts </b>for 70%. They have very high requirements for evidence–based <b>medicine </b>and <b>case </b>analysis abilities.
“With my condition, Quelum Hospital probably wouldn’t be suitable.”
“How is that possible?” Mrs. Mercado eximed. “The tumor in my brain had even stumped the doctors at Quelum Hospital, and they couldn’t guarantee <b>surgery </b>without damaging my nerves. But you did it.”
Mrs. Mercado held her hand and said, “I’ve asked David, and he said you were the top student in all medical schools in the country. At the age of eighteen, you <b>were </b>able to perform a brainstem tumor resection surgery during your internship. Just based on this achievement, getting into Quelum Hospital is a piece of cake.”
Charlotte went silent.
Quelum Hospital, she wanted to go.
The benefits were <b>great</b><b>, </b><b>the </b>pay <b>was </b>good, how could <b>she </b>not be tempted?
Back then, she <b>“</b><b>put </b>in” three years at Boston Medical Center for Jaxson. Since she’s leaving now, she should choose what she wants.
“So should I <b>talk </b>to David<b>?</b><b>” </b>
Getting her answer, Mrs. Mercado smiled <b>and </b><b>told </b><b>her </b>husband to <b>give </b>her their contact information, <b>“</b><b>Remember </b><b>to </b>contact me once you’ve talked to the dean.”
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Charlotte saved the contact information and chatted with Mrs. Mercado for a while before leaving.
Darien finally packed his wife’s luggage, saw her in a good mood, sat down on the bed, and said, “You really like that girl, huh?”
Mrs. Mercado leaned on his shoulder, “Don’t you think this kid looks like someone?”
“Like who?” Darien couldn’t think of anyone.