EuropeNovelChapter 306 "Please address the situation at the cardiac surgery department entrance," Charles requested, as it wasn't ideal for the crowd to remain outside the examination room.
Holding her phone, Hazel promptly contacted the PR department to organize the necessary follow-up.
Marsha, filled with rage, sat in the chair, gripping her chest and staring daggers at Charles.
He sat back down, casting a guilty glance at Marsha. "I apologize. I didn't see this coming," he admitted.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAt first, he assumed Marsha was seeking special privileges to skip the line. Now, he understood it was due to her public persona. Her being in public could definitely lead to unwelcissues.
Marsha, accustomed to Charles' typically loud and bold demeanor, was taken aback by his genuine apology.
She adjusted her stance, and her voice naturally becgentler. "It's fine, as long as you've learned your lesson. Just make sure to treatextra special next time." Her words, though, still had an undertone of defiance.
Recognizing his mistake, Charles didn't let Marsha's behavior affect him. "We still need to go through with today's check-up. I'll draft the order..." He hesitated, recalling the crowd outside. "I'll set up a private session for you." As he said this, he started completing the paperwork for Marsha.
She lifted her chin a bit and nodded with approval. "That's better." Her hand reached for a small plush toy on Charles's desk, and she gave its head a playful squeeze.
Hazel, who had been engrossed in working with the PR department on the forthcoming headlines, glanced up. Her eyes moved back and forth between the two of them. She detected a shift in the mood between them, and a trace of amusement appeared in her eyes.
Due to Charles' arrangements, the following examinations proceeded without a hitch. The radiologist offered personalized attention, and the results were quickly provided. Marsha finished all her tests in less than an hour. Marsha took a seat across from Charles once more, her face hidden by a mask. Hazel passed the stack of test reports to Charles.
With a respectful gaze, she addressed him, "Dr. Jennings, here are Marsha's reports. Would you mind reviewing them?" Charles paused from typing up the medical records to look over the reports Hazel had given him. He studied them intently. His eyebrows knitted together, prompting a worried look from Hazel.
Hazel asked nervously, "Dr. Jennings, what do you think?" Her primary concern was Marsha's health, which necessitated rest and recovery. Yet Marsha's job didn't permit such luxuries. What if things took a turn for the worse? Marsha, however, appeared unconcerned, sitting there as if she weren't the one unwell. Charles set aside the reports and turned to Marsha.
"Have you been inconsistent with your routine again?" he asked.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe medication Marsha was prescribed indicated she would be alright if she adhered to a regular routine and ate on schedule. However, her condition had vel obviously deteriorated. This was concerning.
Marsha dismissed the concern with a casual wave. "In our profession, having a regular schedule is impossible. It's just a small issue. Smedicine will sort it out." She had always believed it wasn't a big deal. If Hazel hadn't been persistently monitoring her, she wouldn't have bothered with the follow-up appointment.
Charles' expression turned grim as he gazed at her with dissatisfaction. "A lot of patients think like you do, but they end up regretting it when it's too late because death has crept up on them," he said to her
Death? Marsha found the notion almost amusing. She had neverm feared dying. If anything, the thought of death seemed like a relief. However, observing Charles' displeased demeanor, Marsha decided against voicing her thoughts, concerned she might provoke him too much.
She smiled warmly as she attempted to reassure him. "I promise I'll heed the doctor's advice and pay attention to your words this time," she said, deliberately using the formal title. Charles looked at her, and it was obvious to anyone watching that Marsha was merely placating him This was the patient's choice, and the patient would face the ver consequences. Yet despite knowing this, he felt a surge of anger within.
He stared at her for quite a while, his typical casual demeanor replaced by a somber look. In a deep voice, he said, "I hope your actions match your words."
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