Love on the Fast Track (Derek and Norah)

Chapter 80:

On Tuesday, Norah promised Gil that she would assist him in performing surgery. After informing Jamison, she

walked into Gil’s office with her hands tucked inside her pockets.

As soon as Gil saw Norah, he waved at her. “Norah, did you hear that Alkin was fired? | heard that he was let go

by the board of directors. Yesterday was his last day.”

Gil knew that Norah had been slammed with work yesterday, so he hadn't brought up the topic until now.

“Were you involved in his termination?” Gil asked.

Norah walked over to the sofa and took a seat. “If | was that powerful, | wouldn't have allowed him to spread

rumors abouttwice.”

That made sense. With a nod, Gil responded, “You're right. But his leaving isn’t much of a loss. We have several

excellent doctors here. How are the pre-operative preparations? The patient is waiting in his room.”

“Everything is on track. | just cto inform you about it,” Norah replied.

“Okay, let's go. I'll assist you and use this opportunity to learn as well,” Gil said, leading the way to the operating

room.

At the entrance to the room, Norah spotted a familiar person. The fat man sitting there had a tattoo. When he

noticed the doctors wearing masks approaching, he got to his feet and planted himself in their path.

“If my brother dies, | will not spare you,” he said, glaring at Gil.

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The tattooed fat man demanded, “Are you the chief surgeon? So old? Your hands won't tremble, right? Nah, |

can’t accept this. Find someone younger!”

His subordinate stepped forward and said, “Mr. Smith, Dr. Davies is the best doctor here, and he is well-

renowned.”

The tattooed fat man, unaware of this, flushed with embarrassment. “Then why are you still standing here? Go

and do the surgery for my brother!” he barked. He turned to the chief surgeon, who was standing next to Norah,

with no trace of anger on his face. “The chief surgeon is next to me, not you.”

“You?” The tattooed fat man studied Norah suspiciously. “You're so young. Can't this hospital have a middle-aged

doctor who is experienced? Damn it! | won't risk my brother's life in your hands! Hey, old man, you'd better take

the lead.”

“Excuse me, may | know why you refused to letperform the surgery for the patient?” Norah asked, her voice

flat.

Norah's voice sounded somewhat familiar to the tattooed fat man, but he didn’t dwell on it. His lips curled up in

disdain as he said, “Oh, con! Letask you this. How many surgeries have you performed as the chief

surgeon? None, am | right? Listen up. My brother is not someone ordinary. If he dies, all of you will land in a big

soup. Free.” His words were harsh, and his threat was clear.

“Your brother is not an ordinary person? Well, to us, his life is just as important as anyone else's,” Norah spat

out, her voice laced with frustration. “I thought you would have smartened up after being taught a lesson at the

Glamour Club. But it turns out you're still this arrogant and rude, Mr. Smith.”

The tattooed fat man was none other than Jordy, the snobbish man who had been mocked by Norah with a beer

bottle at Glamour Club. The man lying on the operating table was his brother.

Norah's words had undoubtedly pissed Jordy off. As he moved forward and noticed Norah's nameplate, he froze

momentarily, lost in thought. When the realization dawned on him, his expression shifted into one of those

smarmy smiles. He said, “Oh, Miss Wilson, right? | didn’t recognize you with your mask on. Are you going to

perform the surgery on my brother? That givespeace of mind. | know your medical skills are absolutely

topnotch.”

He gave her a thumbs up and muttered, “Thank you, Miss Wilson.”

Jordy’s subordinates were astonished by his sudden shift in demeanor, knowing only a few people would be

treated with such respect by him. Their curiosity was piqued regarding Norah's identity.

Jordy cursed inwardly. In their last encounter, Norah and Joanna had taught him a hard lesson. His failed

harassment of Norah, combined with retaliation against his brother's company, had resulted in severe

punishment. However, Jordy didn’t have the guts to seek revenge, as both Joanna and Bryson were not people

he could mess with.

Therefore, he didn’t dare to disrespect Norah. “Dr. Wilson, my brother's waiting for your treatment,” Jordy said

with a smile.

The brightly colored tattoos he had weren't as intimidating anymore. Norah's sarcastic comments were on the

tip of her tongue, but she swallowed them down. Jordy was just a pretentious coward.

If another doctor had been present today, they might have successfully scared her. Norah wondered why Gil had

mentioned that today’s patient was a VIP. Jordy’s brother was a well-known man in Glowfree, and if such a

person were to die in the hospital, they would be in a world of trouble.

Norah shot a cold glance at the smiling Jordy and scoffed. She led Gil to the room next door for disinfection and

to change into their surgical gowns, preparing to enter the operating room.

Seeing Jordy’s respectful demeanor, one of Jordy’s recent followers couldn't resist asking, “Mr. Smith, who is she?

Isn’t she just a doctor? Why are you so scared of her?”

“That's none of your business! Just remember her nand appearance. If you run into her in the future, treat

her with due respect. If you dare ignore my instructions, I'll beat you up!” Jordy glowered at the man.

The man’s face turned white with fear as he nodded, “Yes, sir.”

Jordy understood the need to keep a low profile moving forward, lest he offend another important person.

In the operating room, Gil grinned as he teased, “It appears you have spull here. Even that guy is terrified of

you.”

After going through the disinfection process, Norah changed into her surgical gown, put on her gloves and mask,

and in a muffled voice, said, “Gil, stop pulling my leg. Let's begin the surgery.”

The operation went smoothly.

Even the most complicated surgery felt like the simplest craniotomy when Norah was conducting it. The surgery

took significantly less tthan usual.

After the surgery, Gil and Norah strode out of the operating room. Gil complimented her, “You're still as excellent

as ever. Jamison cto thankyesterday. He is aware of your exceptional talent. I'm afraid it will be much

more difficult to have you helpwith the surgeries in the Neurosurgery Department moving forward.”

Norah took off her surgical cap and modestly said, “I'm flattered. Well, | just have basic medical skills. We can

still exchange any medical insights at any time. | guess | only have experience with a wider variety of cases than

you.”

Gil shook his head with a smile. “You're being modest. Have you ever thought about publishing a few papers? It

would be good for your career, you know?”

“Will do. Might need you to proofread my work by then,” Norah replied.

At the door, Jordy rushed up to them. “Dr. Wilson, how is my brother doing?”