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Danika stared at him, unable to comprehend why Eustace insisted on having her perform the surgery.
“Yes, others can do it too,” replied Eustace. He was silent for a moment before he continued, “but I do not dare to take the risk.”
Danika’s reputation as an internationally renowned neurosurgeon was unrivaled; therefore, Eustace preferred to wait until he found Danika before letting Faye take the slightest risk.
Danika understood what he meant, and her heart sank a little. For his lover, Eustace was willing to exhaust any possible means.
In the midst of all of his consideration for Faye, had he ever thought of his wife, whom he had never met? Correction. Had he ever thought of his ex-wife?
She was angry, but not because she liked Eustace. Her pride just couldn’t take it.
Danika had always been a tough, headstrong person. She always strived to be the best and never took offense to any insult. However, marrying Eustace was the first time she felt humiliated.
It was one thing that Eustace didn’t fancy her and another for him never to meet her throughout their marriage. Despite her steadfastness and independence, she couldn’t accept it. Everything would have been fine after the divorce if they didn’t infringe on each other’s boundaries. However, Eustace came looking for her for the sake of his little lover’s life. It would have been odd if she was fine with it. Yet, she wasn’t someone who could ignore a patient’s pleas for help, which aggrieved her greatly.
“Don’t get happy too soon, Mr. Quincey. Although I promised to save Miss Lawrence, there are several conditions.”
She had to make him pay, or she would lose out.
“Name them.”
On the contrary, Eustace was afraid that she would have no conditions. Things would be much easier if she set conditions.
After a moment of thought, Danika answered, “I’m planning to build a laboratory, and I need funds and equipment.”
“No problem, everything will be provided by the Quincey Group,” he replied.
“Parrington Hospital lacks the latest surgical equipment,” she added.
“The Quincey Group will be responsible for providing it.”
He would have done that even if Danika had never mentioned it. After all, he wouldn’t allow Faye to take any risk.
The way he agreed to her conditions with so much ease made Danika feel weird. She couldn’t discern what emotion was stinging her heart, but it did not feel good.
“Mr. Quincey, you’re willing to do anything for Miss Lawrence. Aren’t you?”
“Yes, because she is very important to me,” he answered, nodding without hesitation. How could the person entrusted to him by his savior before his death be unimportant?
It turned out that he was not as ruthless as the rumors said. He was only cruel when it came to Danika.
She decided not to concern herself with it. After all, they had divorced, and the operation procedure would be their last interaction.
“Is that so? Since that’s the case, why don’t you donate a building? The hospital is short of an inpatient building.”
Parrington Hospital was impoverished; they had a limited number of beds, and many patients could not be hospitalized. Asking Eustace to donate a building would benefit the doctors and patients in Parrington.
Eustace’s face went dark with gloom immediately. Gritting his teeth, he replied in annoyance, “Dr. Zellweger, you really care for your hospital, don’t you?”
The equipment fund alone would cost him millions. Now he was expected to donate a whole building, which would cost him a few million.
Although Eustace was clearly unhappy, Danika couldn’t care less.
“Since you don’t seem too keen, I won’t force you. However, Miss Lawrence—”
“I’ll donate a building!” he forced himself to say. He figured she must have known that he would agree to any condition.
Indeed, Danika was confident he would agree. After all, no amount of money was worth more than his beloved.
“Do you have any other conditions, Dr. Zellweger? Just name them all right now.”
Exuding an imposing air, he stared at her, his expression livid. It was as if he would strangle her if she named another condition.
Danika knew she was testing his limits at this point. In addition, she would have agreed to perform the surgery even if Eustace refused to comply with her request. Hence, she was delighted with the outcome.
Shaking her head, she said, “That’s it.”
“The surgery—”
“The surgery will commence once you donate the equipment to Parrington Hospital,” she replied.
“The equipment will arrive here tomorrow morning,” he answered. Staring at her seriously, he said, “I’ll leave Faye’s life in your hands, Dr. Zellweger.”
Everyone from the neurosurgery department gathered at Fig Garden for dinner. That night, the spotlight was on Danika, who had just joined their department.
“Let’s raise our glasses to Dr. Zellweger. I hope she can lead the neurosurgery department of Parrington Hospital to success,” said Dr. Ledger, the director of Parrington Hospital’s neurosurgical department.
He wasn’t exactly a skilled surgeon, but he secured his position with many years of experience. He was initially quite upset that an external doctor secured the position of deputy director. However, after giving it some thought, he concluded that having such a competent neurosurgeon by his side would boost the department’s performance, improving his reputation. With that in mind, he regarded Danika in a better light.
“Dr. Ledger, you flatter me too much,” Danika said, raising her glass. “Since I can’t hold my liquor, I’ll drink a toast to you with juice instead.”
Having said that, she gulped down the juice in the glass.
Everyone applauded heartily, unconcerned whether Danika was drinking wine or juice. After all, she had a major operation the next day. Everyone enjoyed the meal, and Danika was no exception.
Later, Danika headed to the washroom. Upon her exit, someone called out to her, “Dr. Zellweger.”
Danika turned around to see Jared Stewart from her department.
“Dr. Stewart?”
“We’re colleagues now, so you don’t have to be so formal with me. Just call me Jared,” he said with a giggle. His face was red, probably from drinking.
“Okay,” replied Danika with a nod.
With that, the conversation ended, and they both fell silent. Danika cast him a strange glance and said, “If there isn’t anything else, let’s head back to dinner. Everyone is waiting.”
“I…I want to ask you a question,” he quickly responded, clearly very flustered.
“What is it?”
Danika raised her eyebrows, confident that she knew what he would say.
“Well…” he stammered. It took him a long time to ask, “Do you have a boyfriend?”
He stood there awkwardly, like a child waiting for their teacher to scold them.