Chapter 920 Giving a Gift
Lyra had been tidying up her office all day without a single patient appointment.
She wasn't discouraged.
She told herself it was just the first day and that work would gradually pick up.
As the end of the workday approached, she was about to leave when a nurse burst through the door. "Dr. Cole, do you have a moment? We've got a patient with severe burns!"
Lyra hesitated. "But I'm not a surgeon…"
Lyra specialized in internal medicine, focusing on cardiology and cellular biology. While she wasn't completely unfamiliar with surgery, it wasn't her forte.
The nurse looked desperate. "But the patient is very young and in critical condition. The other surgeons are either off duty or too busy to help."
Hearing the urgency, Lyra frowned and stood up. "Take me to see the patient."
Following the nurse outside, she could already hear a mother's anguished cries.
Lyra approached.
The mother, seeing Lyra's white coat, clung to her like a lifeline. "Doctor, please save my daughter!"
"Tell me what happened."
The mother tried to calm down, taking a deep breath. "I was out for just a little while, thinking I'd be back soon. But when I returned, the house was on fire."
"My daughter was rescued, but she's badly burned and in the emergency room without a doctor."
Lyra quickly went to check on the girl's condition.
It wasn't good. The burns were more severe than expected, requiring extensive skin grafts.
Lyra could perform internal medicine procedures, but that didn't mean she was skilled in surgery. She hesitated.
The mother broke down first. "Doctor! You're a doctor! You can't just let a life slip away right in front of you!"
Lyra's concerns were valid. "I'm an internist, not a surgeon. I'll find a surgeon…"
The mother wouldn't hear it.
She didn't understand the difference between internal and external medicine; she only knew her daughter was in grave danger.
She clung to Lyra, refusing to let her leave.
The nurse tried to help. "Dr. Cole, I'll go find someone, but it might be too late by then…"
Lyra took a deep breath. "No need. Take me to the operating room. I'll do it."
She resolutely headed to the OR.
After donning sterilized scrubs and undergoing a quick series of disinfecting procedures, she entered the sterile operating room.
Before starting the surgery, Lyra had someone bring her a phone and call Jeffery.
Jeffery happened to be available.
Lyra quickly explained the situation.
He responded in a steady voice, "Switch to video call and point the phone at the patient. I'll guide you."
His words brought immense reassurance.
Lyra felt a surge of confidence, as if she'd been given a stabilizing shot.
The surgery proceeded under Jeffery's supervision and guidance. Lyra's every move was precise, absorbing all the knowledge like a sponge while meticulously performing the procedure.
The surgery ended successfully.
The girl was safely transferred to a hospital room.
Her mother came to thank Lyra, tears streaming down her face. "I don't know how to thank you enough. Dr. Cole, without you, I can't even imagine…"
Lyra handed her a tissue. "Don't mention it. It's a doctor's duty to save lives. I was just doing my job."
The mother left, expressing her gratitude profusely.
Lyra stretched, thinking the matter was settled.
But the next day, the girl's mother sent Lyra a thank-you letter.
The hospital was abuzz.
Lyra's face turned as red as a boiled shrimp. After finally sending the family off, she went to the cafeteria for lunch, only to be teased.
"Dr. Cole, I heard you got a thank-you letter this morning. Quite impressive for your first day!"
"Did you really perform a solo surgery yesterday?"
Lyra could only explain helplessly, "It wasn't solo; I had guidance."
But when asked who had guided her, she remained tight-lipped.
After several attempts to pry the information out of her, people lost interest.
Lyra breathed a sigh of relief.
Though she knew everyone meant well, sometimes such overwhelming kindness was harder to handle than malice.
From then on, Lyra became well-known at the hospital.
The upside of fame was that patients started seeking her out in droves.
Lyra went from having nothing to do to being so busy she barely had time to breathe. She'd come home, eat, shower, and collapse into bed.
Of course, she encountered some difficult patients during work, but none caused major issues.
And the hospital's atmosphere was much better than Willow Creek's. If a patient caused too much trouble, her colleagues wouldn't stand idly by.
Lyra had been there for almost a week, and her experience had been positive.
When she finally had some downtime, she noticed her empty windowsill and remembered she hadn't bought any flowers yet.
She smacked her forehead, blaming her busy schedule for forgetting.
After work, Lyra headed to a flower shop to pick out a plant for her windowsill and order a bouquet for Jeffery as a token of gratitude.
Choosing a plant for herself was easy, but picking flowers for Jeffery proved difficult.
The shop owner, a recently married woman who looked about Lyra's age, gently asked, "Having trouble deciding?"
Lyra nodded, feeling conflicted.
"Why don't you tell me about the person you're buying for? I can help you choose."
Lyra thought for a moment. "He's someone who appears cold but is very soft-hearted. He's compassionate, sometimes sharp-tongued, but very responsible."
As she spoke, a clear image of Jeffery formed in her mind.
Lyra might not have realized it, but whenever she talked about Jeffery, a sweet smile unconsciously appeared on her face—a smile reminiscent of a girl with a crush.
The shop owner, having been through it herself, understood immediately.
She hesitated for a moment. "That's a tough personality to match. Oh, I've got it! How about these irises?"
She presented a bouquet of blue irises, interspersed with a few white ones, creating a dreamy blue-and-white mix.
Lyra fell in love with them at first sight. "I'll take these. Can you deliver them across town?"
The owner assured her they could. Her shop was part of a chain, so Lyra just needed to leave a phone number and address, and the flowers would be delivered the next day.
After paying, Lyra left with a bunch of lilies of the valley for herself, feeling delighted.
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