Chapter 70 Internal Changes Coming
"Thank you for helping me just now," Brooklyn stopped and thanked, then fell silent.
Zach stood in front of her, blocking some of her view, "Since you thanked me twice, can it be exchanged for lunch?"
Brooklyn was not used to unfamiliar people joking with her, especially males, "I have something to do. I need to go up first."
Zach suddenly smiled, "Do you think I would go for lunch dressed like this? Dr. Mitchell, what are you afraid of?"
"Your eyes and your actions just now tell me that you are very afraid to be alone with me, or even that young man just now. You also reject him. Dr. Mitchell, what are you guarding against in your subconscious?"
"I'm not." Brooklyn denied it immediately.
It was as if someone could see through the secrets hidden in the corner at a glance. Brooklyn just wanted to deny it quickly, but those deep eyes hanging above her couldn't be avoided.
"Dr. Mitchell, don't try to argue with a psychologist. Your arguments and denials will only strengthen the stability of the facts." His voice was always gentle, like a psychologist explaining to his patient.
Brooklyn's voice choked, "And don't try to use your so-called professional knowledge to judge me, Dr. Carter. You helped me just now, but that doesn't mean you can interfere with me."
Zach chuckled dumbly. His smile had a nice curve on his chin, a sign of a man's sexiness and charm, but this man in front of her seemed unable to be associated with sexiness. He was so pure.
"Dr. Mitchell, your arguing skills are indeed excellent. Well, I have patients to attend to, Dr. Mitchell, you go busy yourself, watch your knees, if you exercise vigorously again, you might have to visit the plastic surgeon next month." Zach reminded.
Watching Zach's figure go away, Brooklyn suddenly felt like she had become transparent, Zach's eyes seemed to have X-ray vision, thoroughly scanning her thoughts and intentions.
However, Zach could somehow speak about his insights in such a simple and gentle way that she couldn't bring herself to resent him.
She went upstairs, took off her white coat and changed into casual clothes. Sienna and Ellie happened to be there too, both complaining, "Dr. Mitchell, you just went downstairs, you don't know what's going on upstairs, the patient in Bed 30 is causing trouble!"
"So annoying, let's forget about it. I'm hungry, let's go to the staff cafeteria to fill our stomachs quickly."
The staff cafeteria was almost full at lunchtime.
Sienna picked at the steak on her plate and gossiped, "Don't you find it strange? The deputy director has already taken office, but he hasn't shown up formally even once. He didn't even attend the welcome party last time."
Ellie said, "Last time, there happened to be a patient needing surgery, and there wasn't enough staff, so he went to be the lead surgeon. It's not like he deliberately skipped it. What really surprises me is how a surgeon can come to the internal medicine department to be the deputy director. It's too suspicious."
Brooklyn was too focused on her food, thinking about her matters, and didn't care at all about this mysterious deputy director.
"Big news! Mr. Wilson was suddenly transferred to be the director of a branch! Although it sounds like a promotion, can a branch and the main hospital be compared? It seems like a demotion, right?"
"No way! There were no signs at all. It's too sudden, isn't it?"
"It's absolutely true. Mr. Wilson used to be the head of neurosurgery, then became the vice president. He has always been very dedicated, but it seems like he's taking a year off for treatment due to poor health. I wonder what illness he has."
Did Mr. Wilson get demoted after coming back from sick leave?
Thinking about the performance evaluation form he gave her, Brooklyn's heart clenched.
"So, who is the new vice president?"
"I don't know, but historically, the vice presidents of our hospital have always been selected from the major departments like neurosurgery, cardiology, and cardiothoracic surgery. But they definitely wouldn't come to our dental department."
The discussions around continued. Sienna tapped Brooklyn with her plate, "Dr. Mitchell, the deputy director hasn't arrived yet, Mr. Wilson left first. Do you think we have a chance for a promotion?"
"Forget it. How many years of experience do you have? Want to be a vice president? Wait until you're bald first." Ellie joked.
"Who knows, maybe a non-bald vice president will come!" Sienna replied.
After finishing their meal, Brooklyn went to the rest area first. Clinic hours started at two. She could read for a while and work on her job title evaluation. Writing a paper was a big challenge; just thinking about it made her feel nerve wracking.
She took a cup of coffee and sat at the table, and there happened to be a book she had been reading recently on the table. As she opened it, a piece of paper floated out from inside.
It was a note clipped inside by someone, outlining how to urgently deal with pericardial tamponade caused by cardiac bleeding. In just a few words, it was truly a classic.
"Dr. Mitchell, did you ask me for permission to take my book?"
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