Chapter 6

What on earth was this girl yammering about? Did she have any idea who Professor Calvin is? The dude’s a top–notch doc who checks up on the bigwigs! Did she really think she can just hit him up whenever?

The nurse sneered. “If you can get through to Professor Calvin, I’ll bow down and apologize.”

*Kids these days. I tell ya. My son thinks he’s Ultraman or something.”

“Enough chit–chat, let’s kick her out already. A little time at the police station will knock some sense into her and show her where she stands.”

Right in front of everyone, Noella whipped out her phone and dialed a number.

A doctor nearby scoffed. “She’s just punching in random digits. At least save a fake ‘Calvin‘ in your contacts to make it look good.”

Noella was speechless.

It’s not like he’s that important. Why would she bother saving his number? She remembered it because he’d called way too many times.

The other end picked up quickly.

Noella hit the speakerphone.

“This is Noella. There’s something wrong with the meds you prescribed.”

A confident male voice responded, “So you’ve finally decided to join our lab? Wait, what did you say?”

“I’m at Imperial West Hospital. You prescribed licorice tablets for a patient with hypertensive heart disease.”

Calvin smacked his forehead. “Right, right, I did prescribe licorice tablets for a patient, but just once. The dosage is correct, strictly controlled.”

“You prescribed it five times. The patient is dead.”

Calvin said in disbelief, “Impossible! I have the prescription right here. I only signed off on it once, for the patient in room eight. Their blood pressure couldn’t handle too much licorice!”

Noella coolly replied. “So, you got it wrong.”

Calvin, in a frenzy on the other end, “Alright, my bad. If you’re willing to join our lab…”

“Your lab’s going nowhere. Count me out.” After saying that, she asked again, “Who is this?”

There was a pause on the line before he replied with this name.

Upon hearing his name, Noella hung up.

Calvin, still holding his phone, was dumbfounded.

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13:08

Chartere

Hold on a sec! How could the prescription for bed eight be wrong? And someone died?

West Hospital right away, or

get to see that girl!

up, tilted her chin

bow

line! And he was all gung–ho about inviting the

staff

in medicine, now admitting he screwed up a prescription!

it would rock

fell, her voice catching. “Even if Professor Calvin admits it, nobody knows

people this tough to

stood there, her eyes coolly locking with

The air of authority. that comes with long–held power was all

his gaze and

“His.”

nurse was speechless. This girl claimed to be from Marcel’s family! What

girl had used on the phone didn’t match the Schnabel family. How could

lady, you can eat junk food,

an ink wash painting, not

seen.

locked eyes with Marcel.

that glance, Marcel felt a

his

daughter–in–law when she was young, with hints

eyes.

appeared even more composed and

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amateurs!

increasingly pleased with what

staff were still clamoring

get you! There’s definitely something off. I’ll call security right now.”

and

waved Noella over. “Call

the flow, stepping up to stand

“Grandpa.”

have you back.”

over the group of medical staff, his smile

you dare to butt in? Who said to

Noella was actually Marcel’s

family’s upbringing and bully the Schnabel family’s

jelly at

didn’t know she was the young miss of

will be in touch

faces fell,

floor, her face streaked with tears, looked at

her. “Someone will help you, don’t worry.”

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