Chapter 87 At Nora's Beck and Call
Was he complaining about the taste of her medicinal brew? Didn't he realize how many expensive herbs she had put into it? Nora replied, "Stop complaining; it's for your own good. It'll speed up your recovery."
Aaron was at a loss for words.
It was his way of saying he had nothing to add. Nora couldn't help but laugh, "I'm off to work now. Make sure you rest and don't push yourself, okay?"
His reply came with a smirk, "Got it, mom."
There he went again, acting as if she were a nag. Nora sent him an eye-rolling emoji.
Watching the emoji on his screen, Aaron's smile stayed put. Noe, observing his boss's subtle expressions, could tell Aaron was in a decent mood. Clearly, his emotions were now closely tied to Nora.
"Mr. Gordon, are we heading to the office or...?" Noe asked.
Putting his phone away and swallowing the last sip of the bitter brew, Aaron handed the bowl to Noe. "She told me to rest up. So no office today. We'll go straight to the hotel to meet Mr. and Mrs. Smith later."
That's right, the CEO was all too willing to follow Nora's advice. Noe acknowledged the instruction.
At the hospital, after exchanging thanks with Aaron, Nora returned to her seat.
Howard, having finished organizing his files, shot her a glance. "Nora, let's go check on yesterday's brain surgery patient."
"All right," Nora replied, "Is the patient still unconscious?"
Howard glared at her, "They're still unconscious. Don't get too full of yourself just because the surgery went smooth. It's only a win when the patient wakes up. I found your surgical technique yesterday rather unorthodox; its efficacy is yet to be seen."
Hearing this, Nora grinned, "The patient's not waking up doesn't mean they're dead. It's only been twelve hours, right? No rush."
Howard, choked up by her response, strode off toward the ward with a stoic expression. The brain cancer patient remained under observation in the ICU.
Nora followed Howard and saw a girl sitting on the porch outside.
Her slender figure seemed all the more isolated on the desolate stretch.
She was the granddaughter of the patient, Evella.
As Howard and Nora approached, she quickly stood up.
"Dr. Hamilton, my grandpa still hasn't woken up."
The girl, in her early twenties, had a hint of allure in her eyes.
But dark circles under her eyes hinted at sleepless nights, giving her a worn-out look.
"Don't worry, the surgery yesterday went very well. Your grandpa will wake up soon," Howard reassured her.
"My grandpa is a good man; he'll make it through."
Tears welled up in Evella's eyes, and she couldn't hold them back.
Nora found it strange to see her so distressed.
Just before the surgery, she had only seen Evella alone, keeping vigil.
It was Evella who had signed the critical condition notice.
The patient was already seventy, undergoing such major surgery—why was there no one else by his side?
"Let's go and check on him," Howard gestured for Nora to follow him into the ICU.
Coming back to her senses, Nora changed into protective gear and entered the ICU.
She checked the patient and found his vital signs stable.
He should be waking up soon.
At that moment, the patient's fingers twitched, followed by his eyelids.
Nora quickly bent over, watching the elderly man slowly open his eyes, and smiled, "Ruben, are you awake? Can you hear me?"
The old man blinked sluggishly and weakly uttered, "Yes."
The surgery was a success!
Feeling elated, Nora stood up and said, "After waking up, the patient will be observed in the ICU for another day before being transferred to a regular room."
Howard looked rather conflicted.
He hadn't expected Nora to save a patient with advanced brain cancer.
And with a surgical plan he had never heard of before!
Upon leaving the ICU, Evella learned her grandpa had woken up, her face lit up with excitement.
She bowed deeply to both of them, "Thank you. I'm so grateful for what you've done."
Howard waved his hand dismissively, "No need for thanks; we're just doing our job."
Nora smiled graciously, ready to move on.
But then, a group of about five people approached.
The middle-aged man in the lead called out, "Evella, how's Ruben?"
Nora paused, noting the assertive demeanor of the newcomers, and stayed put instead of leaving.
"Daniel, Grandpa is still under observation in the ICU," Evella explained.
"What? Is the old man still in the ICU? Are you out of your mind? Do you have any idea how much it costs to stay there for a day? Are you trying to burn through all his money so his own son gets nothing?" the man bellowed.
The middle-aged woman by his side chimed in, "Exactly, you conniving brat. Don't think you're getting anything. You're an outsider, and you have no right to his estate!"
Evella bit her lip, "Daniel, Malik, please don't cause a scene in the hospital; grandpa's awake now; he's fine. We can discuss everything once he's recovered."
"Fine? Ruben's fine?" the man glared at her. "Evella, what kind of sick joke is this? The doctors gave him two months at best. Are you just itching to waste money?"
"Yeah, you jinx, hurry and get Ruben discharged. We're not paying for his treatment anymore!"
Watching the scene unfold, Nora furrowed her brows, "Dr. Hamilton, what's going on here?"
Howard observed with a detached gaze, "I've gathered some background on this family from the hospital director. The patient has two sons, and that ruckus is being caused by his younger son. Evella, on the other hand, was adopted by the patient's older son."
"The patient's older son and his wife died in a car accident when Evella was eight, so she was raised by the patient, and they're close. The younger son has a gambling problem, and the patient already made a will, leaving the everything to the girl, hence the younger son's disagreement."
As Evella was being pushed and nearly fell, with the man about to strike her, Nora rushed forward.
A flash of silver glanced off her fingertips, and in the next second, the man yelped and slumped to the ground.
Everyone present was stunned.
Malik quickly knelt beside the man, "Daniel, what's the matter?"
Malik cried out, "I can't move the right side of my body!"
In a mix of shock and urgency, Malik looked up at Nora, "Doctor, please check on him; what's wrong?"
Nora knelt down, feigned a thorough examination, and then looked up gravely.
"Your body seems fine, but it looks like you have a neurological problem."
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