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Danika frowned. “Sorry. I have a meeting in the afternoon. I probably can’t make it.”
“Is that so?” Max looked disappointed. “This has to be one tough job. You can’t even rest during lunchtime.
Danika said nothing. She didn’t think it was tough at all.
“Why don’t you be my assistant? I can guarantee I’ll offer a higher salary than what this hospital is paying you.”
Last night, after the party, he had done some research on her and found that she wasn’t just Mr. Birkett’s mentee-she was also a neurosurgeon. The news shocked him, but it made him want to know more about her.
Danika’s face was devoid of amusement as she listened to his words. On the contrary, she looked displeased. “That’s alright. I like my job.”
“Alright.” Sensing that she was unhappy, Max didn’t press on.
“Is there anything else?” Danika asked, seeing that he still hadn’t left.
“Nothing much. I just want to know if you’re free tonight.” If lunch was a no, then dinner could be a yes.
However, Danika stared at him for a while before saying, “You can tell me things without taking me out for meals.”
Although they had gotten along during the party, it was only just that. She felt nothing for this man. Besides, after what Eustace told her about Max yesterday, her instincts told her to stay away from this man, just as she had stayed away from Eustace. Both men had ulterior motives. Nothing good could come from getting too close to them.
Max didn’t think that she would refuse him so directly. He was stunned and smiled bitterly. “So we’re saying things outright, are we? Well, I’m going to be straightforward as well. Do you have a boyfriend?”
Again?
Danika’s emotions were jumbled up. She took a deep breath and said, “I’m not sure why you’re looking for me, but let me tell you this-I’m not interested in you.”
“Really?” Max was perplexed. Being rejected did not feel good. “Well, who’s your type? Eustace?” he asked, smirking slightly.
They stared at each other. Danika saw a flash of hatred in his eyes.
She was sure that she hadn’t done anything against him, much less anything that would invoke his wrath. What was the source of his rage? Was it Eustace?
In an instant, realization dawned on her.
“I’m not interested in Eustace, either,” she replied. “I don’t know what grudges you two hold against each other, but I want no part of it.”
“That’s a stretch. I’m only interested in you.” Max went back to normal in the blink of an eye. His cheerful demeanor looked nothing like someone who would want to kill his own father.
“Well, I refuse,” she said.
Max wasn’t angry. He stood, smiling. “It’s okay. There is time, still. I believe that I will make you like me one day.”
Before waiting for Danika to reply, he left the office.
Danika was speechless. What a day it was.
She had another surgery scheduled for that afternoon. Right as she was about to prepare, Morgan rushed up to her.
“Dr. Zellweger, there’s a patient in the emergency room who insists on surgery,” she said unhappily.
“What’s the matter? Is it serious?” Danika asked, walking toward the emergency room.
But Morgan pulled her back. “Don’t go there. That patient’s family is really stubborn. It’s just a mild concussion. There is no need for surgery at all. The doctors in the emergency room have already told them this, but they refuse to believe it. They insist on seeing you.”
Danika’s eyebrows furrowed. After some thought, she said, “I’ll take a look.”
“Okay.” Seeing that she insisted, Morgan said nothing else, following Danika to the emergency room.
Not long after, they reached the emergency room and were immediately surrounded.
“Are you Dr. Zellweger? The best neurosurgeon in the world?” The patient’s family stared at her, faces full of doubt. They had heard that an amazing neurosurgeon worked in Parrington Hospital, so they begged the ambulance to bring them there. But the girl before their eyes looked very young. Could she really be so amazing?
Danika ignored them. She looked at the doctor and asked, “Have you done the CT scan? Let me look at it.”
She was concerned for the patient. She would feel better if she saw the scan herself.
The doctor handed the file quickly to her and said, “It’s a mild concussion. He’ll be fine after staying here. for a few days, but they insist on surgery.”
He was exasperated. He had only seen people who refused surgery, not people who insisted on having one.
Danika looked at it and nodded. “Indeed. Everything seems to be in order.”
She glanced at Joey Little, who was lying on the bed. He was very young. The records showed that he was only 16 years old. “Heilo, Joey. I’m Dr. Zellweger. I’m going to perform a checkup on you, so I’ll need you to cooperate
Joey nodded. He was much more obedient than his noisy relatives.
Danika did the checkup and said, “There are no major issues. Only a few scrapes and a mild concussion. You’ll be fine after staying here for a few days. You don’t need surgery.”
“Absolutely not.” A woman rushed over and pointed at Joey. “He looks fine, but I’m sure his brain is bleeding. How can surgery not be needed?”
Displeasure flashed across Danika’s eyes as she looked at the woman. “You are his?”
“Mother,” she continued, “He must have surgery. What If something happens? Will you be responsible for it?”
“He is fine in every way. There is no reason for us to perform surgery on him.” Danika explained, visibly annoyed. “Why do you think he needs one?”
“I’m his mother. If I say he needs one, he gets one.” The woman was insistent, a ferocious look on her face.
Danika thought that the woman before her was strange. Her son was perfectly fine, but she insisted on getting him surgery. It was weird in every way.
At this moment, a small warm hand pulled at her. Danika turned to see that it was the teenager on the bed. She asked patiently, “What’s wrong? Do you feel uncomfortable?”
“I don’t want to have surgery,” he said softly, as if afraid that his mother would hear.
Danika’s eyes darkened. There was something else afoot, but her phone rang before she could say anything else. It was a call from the operating room.
She instantly felt a headache coming.
“Please do the other patient’s surgery, Dr. Zellweger. I will handle this,” the doctor said.
Danika looked at the patient’s family, who were crowded around the door, and Joey, who was on the bed.” Don’t worry. You don’t need to have one,” she assured him. “Just listen to this doctor, and he will treat you.
“Okay.” Joey nodded. He seemed relieved that he didn’t need surgery.
After telling the doctor a few things to look out for, Danika got up and prepared to head to the operating room. That patient was in much worse shape and needed the procedure done today.
“You can’t go!” The woman was about to grab her from behind. “Who is going to do the surgery for my son. if you go?”
Before she could touch Danika, however, someone stopped her. “Whose crazy bitch are you? How dare you touch my doctor?”
Max had appeared with a bouquet of red roses. He looked at the woman in disdain and pushed her aside. My doctor? Since when had Danika become his doctor?
Danika was speechless. She had no time to talk with him now. “Comfort the family. Notify the manager if things get out of hand.”
Telling the manager would prevent the family from making a fuss.
Danika walked toward the operating room. Max followed closely behind. “Since I’ve helped you, why don’t you come to dinner with me after the surgery?”
“We’ll see.” She didn’t refuse him outright. Nor had she agreed.
“Alright. I’ll wait.” He sat outside the operating room. As long as Danika hadn’t outright refused him, he figured he still had a chance.
Danika ignored him and went into the operating room. She put on her scrubs and began focusing on the surgery.
Eustace brought Faye to the hospital for a checkup. He happened to see Max with a bouquet of roses in his hand, and his face instantly soured.
“Oh, isn’t this Mr. Quincey? Are you bringing your girlfriend here for an ultrasound?” Max teased as he looked back at him. They sized each other up.