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“Do you?” he asked again worriedly.
Chuckling, Danika shook her head and said, “No.”
“Really? That’s great—”
“I’m divorced,” she interrupted.
“You’re…divorced?”
Jared couldn’t believe it. He almost thought he was experiencing auditory hallucinations.
Danika nodded, “Yes, any problem with that?”
“N—No,” he replied, disappointedly shaking his head. He thought he would have a chance if he tried hard enough since she was quite young, even if she already had a Ph.D.
However, she was divorced. Upon his reevaluation, he decided that the nurse who was trying to court him previously was pretty cute.
When Jared left, Danika smiled. She was not surprised. It seemed like her status as a divorcée would save her from many troubles.
When she was about to leave, Eustace exited the men’s bathroom. What a coincidence it was that they were meeting again.
When their eyes met, Danika stopped herself from asking him if she was stalking her.
“You have a unique way of turning people down, Dr. Zellweger,” he commented with a mocking smile.
Danika rolled her eyes, thinking it was all thanks to him. She walked away, ignoring him as she passed by him. Since she was not wearing her medical garments, she was an average person who had the right to ignore Eustace.
“Have you been drinking?” asked Eustace, frowning. He grabbed her wrist, displeasure written all over his face.
Danika shook off his hand in annoyance.
“Mr. Quincey, don’t you think you’re crossing the line? Do I need to tell you if I have been drinking?”
She glared at him, her face flushed with anger.
Eustace was stunned by the sight of her. Her rosy cheeks and bright eyes complemented her fair complexion perfectly. Although her lips were pursed in a cute pout, Eustace knew that an eloquent tongue was hiding behind them.
It was his first time seeing Danika without a mask. Even with her mask on, he could tell that she was beautiful. However, when she removed her mask, something within him stirred.
“I don’t want to put Faye’s life in the hands of a drunkard,” Eustace said coldly when he returned to his senses.
Danika took a deep breath, recalling all her moral lessons to stop herself from lashing out at him.
Swallowing her anger, she forced herself to speak calmly, “You’re worrying too much. I didn’t drink, so tomorrow morning’s operation will not be affected.”
The smell of alcohol that lingered around her was from her colleagues, not from herself, as she never fancied alcohol to begin with.
Although Eustace looked like he doubted her, he didn’t seem as upset as before.
“Good. After all, a person’s life is in your hands. But I’m sure you are already aware of that.”
“Is there anything else, Mr. Quincey?” she asked, reluctant to be around him even for another second.
“Do you hate me?” he asked suddenly, noticing that she was visibly displeased and annoyed.
His question caught Danika off guard. Had she been too honest with her feelings?
She faked a cough as she tried to explain herself.
“You’re overthinking, Mr. Quincey. I barely know you. How could I possibly hate you?”
Eustace agreed with that. Since they had never met before, there was no reason for her to hate him. Hence, he decided that he had indeed been overthinking.
When the equipment donated by Eustace arrived at Parrington Hospital the next day, the director greeted Eustace in person, showing how necessary the equipment was for them.
On the other hand, Danika didn’t care about it. She was busy studying the results of Faye’s medical examination and discussing possible complications that may arise with other doctors in the department.
When the equipment had been installed two hours later, Danika led her team to the operating theater, where Eustace was waiting at the door. Seeing her, he immediately got up and asked, “Are you confident you can do this?”
Putting on her surgical mask, Danika raised her eyes to meet his.
“If I say I’m not, will you transfer her away?”
Eustace shut up, unable to form a response. Even if she said she was not confident, Faye still needed the surgery.
“Don’t worry, Mr. Quincey. I will do my best.”
There was no way she would let Faye die on her operating table.
The surgical team entered the operating theater. As soon as the lights were turned on, tension began to build. Time slowly trickled by, and soon six whole hours had passed.
“Mr. Quincey, why don’t you rest for a while? I’ll wait instead.”
Vincent looked worriedly at Eustace, who hadn’t even so much as sipped water all day.
Shaking his head, Eustace replied, “How can I rest when the doctors inside aren’t taking a break?”
He was quite worried because he didn’t expect the operation to last so long. He couldn’t help thinking about Dr. Zellweger, who looked so tiny. Could she really perform such a lengthy operation?
“Get them some food. Make sure everyone can eat immediately after the operation,” he suddenly instructed Vincent, which caught him by surprise.
It was his first time hearing of a patient’s family ordering meals for their doctor. When did Eustace become so kind?
Glancing at the operating theater and thinking of the person lying on the operating table, he immediately understood.
It was all for Faye. After all, Eustace promised her brother he would take good care of her. Of course, he would do something for the doctors operating on her.
Half an hour later, the lights in the operating room were finally turned off, and the door opened.
A nurse asked, “Is Faye’s family here?”
Eustace got up immediately, asking, “Is the operation successful?”
“Yes, Dr. Zellweger said it was a success,” replied the nurse, who found it challenging to endure the operation that lasted several hours. “The patient will be transferred to the intensive care unit now. Please follow me to complete the admission procedures.”
Eustace looked at Vincent, who nodded and followed the nurse. After he left, Danika and the other doctors exited the room, all pale with exhaustion.