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.”

holding then.” Do you know what you‘re supposed to

Dr. Slate has instructed me beforehand-your privacy will be protected.” Still, Stan was a little upset since Zachary should not have sent a substitute

a room on

complained. “How am I

my work?”

heard a woman‘s voice, he picked up the jacket he had placed nearby and put it over his face while growling

flipped a switch, and the room

familiar, but did not press the matter. She merely studied the man on the bed, whose white shirt was dyed

had a job to do, and she should be more self–aware since the man clearly did not

her bag on the table, she took out a pair of scissors and cut off the fabric covering the man‘s wounds. She then quickly

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scissors, she cleaned the wounds calmly and

you allergic to

any organs, but they needed stitching,

was panicking. That was why Isaac did not find it familiar hearing

quick on her feet and therefore acknowledging

would stitch , and went to work two minutes later as the drug took effect. An hour later, she

with blood, so she said, “I need

downstairs. You can go on your own,” Stan

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

sent by Quincy Moore – she must have panicked and tried to kill you since you removed

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