Chapter 259: Better Than An A-Grade Actress
"Are you having any challenges?" Steffan asked the new doctor who has not been more than two months in the hospital.
As an older doctor, he knew how hard it could be for a new doctor to adapt to a new environnt, especially in a place where the standard was high like dstar hospital.
They went for nothing but the best when hiring doctors and other staff, which explained the reason for their high bills and the remuneration given to their doctors was sothing to look forward to every month, compared to other hospitals.
Dr Martin hesitated for only a brief mont before making up his mind.
He looked around the corridor which was bustling with different activities. From ti to ti, a few nurses will hurry by carrying so trays and other necessities for patients.
So doctors would throw them a greeting as they passed by which they have to respond to.
"Can we talk sowhere else?"
"It happens that I am still on my leave and not too busy as we speak so I can spare you so ti. I only ca around to see to a few cases before dashing back."
"I must say, I’m lucky to have t you then."
"Let’s talk at the canteen. You look tired. I guess you were on night shift," Steffan rightly speculated.
"Thanks Doc, I was."
They took a lift to the canteen on the third floor which was specifically for only the hospital staff.
It was still early in the morning, so the canteen wasn’t full. Only a few nurses and doctors were there, probably those who had night shifts like Dr Martin.
"Thanks, Doc," Dr Martin said as he drank the tea Steffan had ordered for him.
"So what are you bothered about?" Steffan asked after Dr Martin had washed down the last sandwich that was served with the tea.
"Last night, a very special patient was rushed into the hospital for rescue. It seed he was involved in a gun battle and was shot in two places. One of the bullets narrowly escaped his heart."
"That’s serious," Steffan said. I guess it must have been tough dealing with such a sensitive situation. Hope there were no complications?"
"There was. But it was soon handled by our competent chief."
"So the patient was successfully rescued."
"Yes. But what I’ve been thinking about since last night and all through this morning before I bumped into you was the people involved."
"What about them?" Steffan asked as he sipped leisurely on the cup of coffee he had ordered for himself.
"Both the man that was shot and the lady that was by his side seed to have strange identities."
"What do you an?"
This was dstar and dignitaries all over and beyond Baltimore would co here for dical services and he was sure that this wasn’t the first ti Dr Martin was seeing them. So what was so special about this particular patient?
"Can you believe that for once, a relative was given the room in the ergency room barely an hour after such a complicated surgery was done?"
At this point, Steffan’s interest was piqued and he placed his cup of coffe on the table.
"When the lady woke up this morning, she entered the ergency room, and went straight to the different monitors without throwing
those questions that relatives usually ask about their family mber who was in that condition."
"It was later she told
she was also a doctor which I hardly believed judging from her appearance."
"Why would you think she was not telling the truth just because of her appearance?"
"You need to have seen this person, Doc. She looked better than an A Grade actress, a supermodel or sothing. Nothing close to what a doctor should look like. She was way beyond gorgeous even without any makeup or facial embellishnts, her appearance was ethereal."
From the way Doctor Martin described the person, Steffan saw an all too familiar image forming in his mind’s eyes.
He shook his head to clear his mind.
"What baffled
the most was Chief’s attitude towards her when he ca around this morning," he heard Dr Martin say.
"He had this great respect and reverence, almost bothering on worship when he interacted with her. It was like he was relating with soone far superior to him."
"Even the routine of checking with the doctor on duty were skipped by him until the lady asked
to go get so rest."
"Really?" Steffan was also surprised by Dr Sullivan’s behavior.
’Who could be deserving of so much respect from Dr Sullivan? Other than...’
"Do you have any idea of who the patient is? Steffan asked with such urgency that Dr Martin was taken aback.
"I heard the chief ntion one President..., Hu... wait. Yes, I get it now. President Hudson, this morning.
’Shawn?!’
’What could have happened to get him involved in a gun battle?’
’If it is truly Shawn, doesn’t that make the woman by his side Kathleen from Dr Martin’s description?’
But Kathleen was not a doctor. She was...
"Damn!" cursed Steffan when he realized he knew nothing about her, other than the wicked fact that she was Shawn’s wife and the woman he fell helplessly and hopelessly in love with.
"Doc, is everything Ok?" Dr Martin asked with a confused expression at Steffan’s strange behavior.
He had been quiet for over a minute and a curse was the first thing that ca out of his mouth when he eventually said sothing.
Other occupants in the canteen turned towards their direction when they heard the loud curse.
’What has gotten into Dr Steffan. It was very much unlike him. Or maybe he knew sothing,’ Dr Martin thought.
"Did you say the patient is still unconscious? And that the chief was there with him and the woman when you left there?"
"Mm-hmm," Dr Martin affird, further confirming that Dr Steffan must have the answers to his questions.
"Can you please excuse ? Steffan said and didn’t even wait to get a response as he directly stood to his feet and headed out of the canteen after dropping a few dollar bill on the table, leaving Dr Martin’s mouth hanging in a stunned silence.
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