Kason replied evenly, “Of course not. However, my grandfather has just settled into sleep. It seems a conversation with him will have to wait another day.” Kason was uncertain if Sean knew Norah’s identity as Supernatural Doctor, so he chose not to bring it up.
Sean asked, “What did Supernatural Doctor diagnose after she checked on Devonte?”
“Pretty similar to what other physicians have indicated. However, Supernatural Doctor administered some treatments to alleviate his discomfort,” Kason said, without going into further detail.
Sean nodded in acknowledgment, saying, “That’s reassuring. I’ll take my leave now. I’ll pay another visit when he’s more receptive to visitors. No need to accompany me out.”
Rising to his feet, Sean’s imposing presence became even more evident. Standing face-to-face with Kason, there was a palpable tension between them.
Kason, sensing something off about Sean’s demeanor, wondered about the cause of his unusual behavior. After departing from the Hayes family residence, Sean instructed Phillip, “Get in touch with Norah. I need to know when she can visit the Scott family’s residence.” Two members of the Scott family needed treatment, but Norah had chosen to attend to Kason’s grandfather first.
Reflecting on her determined posture, Sean couldn’t help but feel annoyed.
Phillip promptly dialed Norah’s number and asked.
When Phillip called, Norah had just finished reviewing the case details Gil had provided. She cleared her throat and picked up the phone, saying, “Hey, Phillip, what’s going on?”
“Miss Wilson, may I know when you plan to visit the Scott family’s residence?” Phillip asked.
On the phone, Norah quickly pieced together that Sean was behind the question.
“How does nine in the morning tomorrow sound? Could you share the address with me? I’ll make sure to be there on time,” Norah replied.
“Of course. Thank you, Miss Wilson,” Phillip responded.
Norah ended the call, and Gil strolled in, sporting a delighted expression.
“Norah, I’ve had a chat with the higher-ups. They’re ready for you to start this week. You’ll be in the neurosurgery department, your area of expertise, and I’ll support you in the surgeries,” Gil said with a sigh. “This brings back memories of the surgeries we tackled together. There’s still so much I need to grasp.” He glanced at the stack of files and asked, “Have you finished going through these files? Do you have any insights to share?”
“Honestly, Gil, I’m gearing up to treat this patient. Initially, my knowledge was limited to her leukemia, but now I’ve gathered more comprehensive information,” Norah said openly to Gil. “I’ve reviewed the files. She experienced a relapse of leukemia after the transplant. It’s a complicated situation.”
The file in Norah’s hand belonged to Susanna Scott, a young member of the Scott family.
Gil reacted with surprise. “You’re acquainted with the Scott family? Susanna, that poor girl… She was diagnosed with leukemia as a child and was under my care back then. She seemed to recover after the transplant, but her condition has worsened.”
Pensively stroking his beard, Gil turned to Norah and asked, “Given your extensive research on leukemia, do you think there’s another way to help her?”
After a pause, Norah proposed, “What about another transplant? It seems her body could handle it. Maybe she could go through chemotherapy and then undergo another transplant?”
Gil shook his head. “Her immune system is fragile. She faced severe infections following her last chemotherapy session.”
Sipping his coffee, he continued, “You have a great mind in medicine, coming up with innovative treatment approaches. Any other ideas for Susanna’s treatment?”
Norah hesitated before responding. “I’m not sure yet. I’ll need to assess her during the consultation.” Norah believed a direct evaluation was necessary to fully understand her condition, as medical records only painted part of the picture.
She and Gil discussed Susanna’s condition for a bit. Once she confirmed her start date, Norah took her leave.
The next day, Norah got a call from Phillip, letting her know he’d swing by to pick her up at nine.
Norah cursed under her breath. She didn’t see the point in them coming to pick her up when she had no plans to run away.
Mulling over the thought of that aloof and intimidating Sean, Norah clenched her teeth.
She resolved that after this house call, she would sever all ties with the Scott family. Norah sensed that neither she nor Sean harbored any fondness for each other.
Recalling the strange words Sean had said at the Hayes residence yesterday, she still couldn’t figure out what he had meant.
At nine sharp, a sleek, custom-made luxury vehicle pulled up in front of Norah’s home. To keep things private, she wore black clothes today, with a hat and a mask.
Opening the door, Norah noticed Sean in the back seat. After a brief pause, she chose to join him there. Sitting in the back seat had been her choice the last time, and switching seats now might seem too dismissive of Sean.
“Mr. Scott,” Norah said, fastening her seatbelt and greeting him with a smile. But then she realized her face was hidden behind a mask, so the smile disappeared before anyone could see it.
Sean turned to her with a piercing gaze. “You disguised yourself with that outfit yesterday at the Hayes family’s residence to hide your identity. I half-expected you were up to something.”
With a roll of her eyes, Norah retorted, “Mr. Scott, you’re quite the comedian.”
Feeling the weight of Sean’s stare, Norah diverted her gaze outside, breaking the eye contact.
The journey continued in silence.
“I’m committed to discretion. You have my word,” Sean assured her in a frosty tone. “Please, look after my grandfather and sister, Miss Wilson.”
Gazing outside, Norah responded evenly, “Mr. Scott, have no worries. I won’t compromise my professional integrity.”
Norah had treated thousands of cases and earned her reputation by successfully tackling many difficult illnesses. Her competence was evident.
The view outside the window flew by rapidly as they drove away from the bustling city and into the peaceful countryside.
Eventually, they pulled up outside a compound and came to a stop.
The compound was fenced off, and two guards stood watch at the main entrance. Spotting the familiar car, they swiftly opened the iron gate to allow the black car entry.
The estate exuded a quiet charm, its sparse population evident. Flower beds and plants adorned the exterior, adding a touch of vitality.
Sean led the way in silence, and Norah followed into the residence.
Upon stepping into the spacious living room, they were greeted by a maid who respectfully acknowledged, “Mr. Scott.” Sean instructed, “I’ve asked Susanna to join us shortly. Please begin with my grandfather.”
“Sure,” Norah responded, unfazed. She was there to assess both patients, after all.
As Sean led the way into the bedroom, Norah noticed an elderly man resting on the bed with his eyes open.
The old man, identified as Rodrigo, had gaunt cheeks and lifeless eyes that barely moved at the sound of the door.
Despite his condition, it was evident that Rodrigo was receiving good care. His face was clean, and the room was orderly, with no unpleasant smells.
The sunlight filtered through the windows, brightening the room without causing any glare or discomfort. Molly Courtenay, the maid, stood by the door.
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