Chapter 142 Rare Text Message from Sebastian
<Chapter> Chapter 142 Rare Text Message from Sebastian</Chapter>
Brooklyn removed her gloves, and the nurse replaced them with a new pair.
In the adjacent operating room, the patient's heartbeat plummeted, teetering on the brink of death!
"What's going on?"
Brooklyn entered the room, and Dr. Moore glared fiercely at Samantha, mercilessly scolding her. "How dare you bring such poor skills into the operating room! Are you playing with lives? Get out!!"
Samantha gritted her teeth in defiance. "It's not my fault the patient's heart is bleeding. Blame your lack of skill, not me!"
"Get out!" Dr. Moore was furious. If he was not in the middle of surgery, he would have kicked her out himself.
Brooklyn took Samantha's place and calmly said, "Dr. Moore, calm down. Can we start?"
"Yes, suction!"
Her deft technique astonished Dr. Moore.
"You..." Dr. Moore wanted to ask who she was, but Brooklyn interrupted him, saying, "Dr. Moore, we haven't reached the critical step yet. Please continue."
"Alright."
The comparison was stark. Dr. Moore's speed was only half of Zach's.
However, Dr. Moore was a distinguished figure in cardiothoracic surgery. It seemed the department needed a new outstanding talent.
"Left atrium inversion."
Brooklyn skillfully inverted it, facilitating the next step.
This time, Dr. Moore was even more amazed. How much experience did she have to possess such a skill?
With Brooklyn's involvement, the entire surgery was a success. Dr. Moore smiled. "I'll leave the closing to you. Can you handle it?"
"Of course."
"Thank you, Dr. Mitchell."
Dr. Moore exited the operating room and saw Zach, who had finished his surgery long ago, sitting outside. He sincerely smiled. "I didn't expect such talent to be hidden in internal medicine. Dr. Carter, is it possible to request Brooklyn as my first assistant and join my team?"
Zach smiled. "I'm sorry. She already has a partner."
Their perfect coordination was seamless. If Brooklyn wished, she could immediately transfer to surgery.
Dr. Moore frowned. "As for Samantha, I can't understand how she was ever promoted to professor! From now on, it's best to stay away from those who pretend to be skilled but aren't."
Zach's deep eyes pondered. During the selection, Piper had strongly supported Samantha. How could her skills be so poor?
Brooklyn sutured the patient, and her needlework was precise and practiced. She had not let her skills lapse over the years. She was a born surgeon.
The anesthetist and instrument nurse beside her were stunned.
After nearly two consecutive surgeries, Brooklyn stepped down from the operating table. Her body was aching. Drenched in sweat, she stood there with a pale face.
Twelve hours had passed. When she emerged from Operating Room 5, it was already 10:30 PM. The back-to-back surgeries, combined with a sleepless night, left Brooklyn looking pale and haggard.
Brooklyn removed her mask, revealing a face devoid of color.
"How are you?"
Zach instinctively reached out to support her arm. Brooklyn recoiled as if shocked. "I'm fine. Dr. Carter. Why are you still here?"
"I'm waiting for my teammate."
Brooklyn turned to the doctors, wheeling the patient out. "Inside?"
Zach shook his head. "She's already out, but she just doesn't know it."
Brooklyn was momentarily speechless. "You mean me? Dr. Carter, you're mistaken. I'm from internal medicine."
"There's no real difference between internal and surgery. Your skills are excellent and more suited for surgery. I won't force you but think it over. Be my assistant. Perhaps in the future, if you want to perform surgeries yourself, I'll fully support and help you."
Learning alongside Zach was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for Brooklyn, but recalling past events, she decided to decline. "No, I won't be picking up a scalpel again. Thank you for your kindness, Dr. Carter."
Brooklyn, dragging her weary body, walked away, with Zach unreservedly following behind. "You clearly have exceptional talent. Why won't you use it?"
His praise was genuine, and it moved her deeply.
"Is it because of your husband?" Zach asked, troubled.
Brooklyn's face remained impassive. "My life doesn't revolve around him. Stop guessing."
When she returned to her office, it was empty. Brooklyn rubbed her temples and sat in a chair, staring blankly at her hands. Her right hand was trembling slightly. Thankfully, she had managed to hold on during the final sutures.
The sweat on her face earlier was largely due to the unbearable pain in her hand, but she could not let Zach know that.
After resting for a few minutes, she reached for her phone and casually picked it up. Upon opening it, Brooklyn's brows furrowed.
The screen displayed over twenty missed calls, all from Sebastian!
Her first reaction was disbelief, and her second was thinking she was dreaming. Brooklyn even foolishly slapped her face a few times.
The pain on her face confirmed it was real.
Besides the calls, there was also a text message.
In three years, the only text message she had ever received from Sebastian shone silently on the otherwise empty screen.
Sebastian rarely called her more than twenty times, and even more rarely would he send a text message.
Sebastian: [Call me back when you see this.]
When she saw the text, Brooklyn's heart was filled with warmth. For a moment, she deluded herself into thinking Sebastian cared about her.
Had he been worried because he could not reach her during the long surgeries?
With this hope in mind, Brooklyn prepared to call Sebastian back. However, it was almost 11:00 PM. Calling now might disturb his sleep.
Sebastian had to be very tired from his business trip.
Still, Brooklyn found herself unable to suppress her longing for him. Biting her lip, she called him.
The dial tone echoed louder and louder in her ears, making her increasingly nervous. Strangely, no one answered the call.
Had he really gone to sleep? Brooklyn felt a bit disappointed and was about to hang up when the call suddenly connected. She was so excited that she blurted out, "Sebastian!"
She had not even finished saying his name when a woman's voice came through, sharp and shrill, clearly not belonging to Sebastian.
"Brooklyn Mitchell, what do you want? Don't call so late."
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