The Runaway Groom

Chapter 3 It was Irene‘s upperclassman , Zachary Slate. They had graduated from the same teaching hospital, though he was her senior by two semesters. Being a returnee, he was pretty famous in the country now, but he had always taken good care of Irene, and they were good friends.

“Shoot.” Her reply was brisk.

“I have an outpatient visit to make, but something came up. Could you sub in for me?”

Irene glanced at that time. She only had two surgeries in the afternoon and now outpatient visits for the day, so she had time in the morning.

“Sure,” she replied.

“The address is Unit 306, Section A, Rose Garden. Tell them that you‘re looking for a Mr. Hill Security will understand.”

“Okay.”

“Also, don‘t mention this case to anyone else at all, and don‘t ask your patient any questions. Just treat him that‘s all you have to do,” Zachary instructed her solemnly.

“Got it,” Irene replied, hung up, and headed straight to the designated address.

Rose Garden was a prestigious residential area, where privacy and security were maintained with maximum effort.

When the security guards stopped Irene at the gates, she told them that she was looking for Mr. Hill, and they made a call to confirm it before letting her in.

Reaching Unit 306, Irene pressed the door, which quickly opened to reveal Stan Hill.

He frowned when he saw that it was not Zachary. “Who are you?”

Irene knew from Zachary‘s call that the patient seemed to be the secretive type, and had her mask on since she did not want to bring trouble for herself.

“Dr. Slate sent me.”

bag she was holding

Still, Stan was a little upset since Zachary should not have sent a substitute out of the blue,

living room, they arrived at a room on the second floor, but the lights within were

complained. “How

my work?”

when he heard a woman‘s voice, he picked up the jacket he had placed nearby and put

flipped a switch, and the room was illuminated in an

press the matter. She merely studied the man on

at him for too long–she had a job to do, and she should be more self–aware since the man clearly did not want her to know who

the man‘s wounds. She then quickly examined the wounds and saw that they were covered in simple bandages, which she removed as well, to reveal

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cleaned the wounds calmly and

you allergic to anesthetics?”

were not deep and did not reach any organs, but they needed stitching, which in turn made anesthetics

unlike last night when she was panicking. That was why Isaac did not find it familiar hearing it

quick on her feet and therefore acknowledging her abilities, he coolly said,

stitch , and went to work two minutes

wet with blood, so she said,

go on your own,” Stan

doorway for a while to confirm that she was downstairs, before closing the door and

have panicked and tried to kill

sat up in response. His clothes were a mess, and he appeared srail and sickly, but there was