Chapter 796: Can't Attend to It

"I thought we could have lunch together before you left, but I didn't expect you to wake up this late," Lucas said, looking at Christina with a hint of helplessness.

Christina pouted, her brows furrowed, and her head ached a bit. "It's because you insisted on setting me up on a blind date, Dad."

Lucas tapped Christina's nose. "I think you and Paul are quite a match. Why not think about it?"

Christina shivered and quickly shook her head. "No way. He's too handsome. He must be trouble."

Lucas said, "Then tell me what kind of guy you like, and I'll find you another quality man next time."

"I like handsome ones."

"Isn't Paul handsome?"

"Yeah, he's handsome."

"Then why don't you like him?"

Christina fell silent.

Besides being handsome, she hadn't really thought about what kind of partner she wanted because she wasn't very interested in marriage.

She was used to living freely, and the same went for relationships. If she met someone and felt a spark, she would dive into it without hesitation.

She really didn't like the idea of deliberately looking for a partner through blind dates.

"Dad, wait for me. I'll brush my teeth and wash my face, then I'll see you off downstairs." Christina hurriedly ran into the bathroom.

Lucas sat on the living room sofa, looking at a document.

Christina quickly finished washing up, still in her pajamas, threw on a jacket, and grabbed Lucas's briefcase. "Dad, let's go. I'll see you off."

Lucas gave her a disapproving look. "I have time. Go change your clothes."

Christina said, "It's fine. I'll just see you to the car and come right back. I want to get some more sleep."

Lucas reluctantly took the briefcase, while his assistant pushed the suitcase.

Christina linked her arm with Lucas's. "Dad, did you pack the gifts I bought for mom?"

"Yes, I did," Lucas replied.

In the elevator, Lucas said slowly, "Christina, we're not in a hurry for you to get married. You can start by finding a boyfriend. Paul from last night, despite the previous misunderstanding, is actually quite good."

"Don't judge a book by its cover. Paul's looks come from the Watson Family, and his intelligence does too."

Listening to Lucas talk felt like listening to a story for Christina.

"Alright, dad, I got it. I'll give him a chance." Christina didn't want to hear Lucas nagging, so she brushed him off.

Before getting in the car, Lucas wanted to say something more, but Christina pushed him inside. "Dad, you should go back. Mom must be missing you."

Lucas sighed, "When are you coming back to the States?"

"I might need another three months," Christina replied.

Lucas nodded, "Remember to reach out to your aunt if you need anything."

"Got it." Seeing Lucas off, Christina let out a big sigh of relief.

During Lucas's business trip, she had been nagged every day. Now, she finally had some peace.

She didn't have to go to the hospital today, so she could continue to sleep in.

Christina grabbed some bread from the fridge and ate it, then went back to bed with her phone in hand.

A friend request popped up on Facebook. Christina opened it to check.

She didn't recognize the person, so she didn't add them.

After a while, the person sent another friend request.

[I'm Paul.]

Christina's pupils shrank. She had drunk so much with Paul last night. Could it be that he still wasn't letting her off?

Although it was wrong to mistake him for a jerk.

Christina immediately rejected the request again, adding a note: [Don't know you.]

Paul's mouth twitched. Christina had turned her back on him after drinking.

He sent another request: [Accept it, or I'll come to your hospital.]

A minute later, Christina accepted the friend request.

Paul sent a grinning emoji.

Christina rolled her eyes. [What do you want now?]

Paul: [There's a party tonight. Want to come?]

Christina: [No.]

Paul: [It's going to be fun, and there'll be drinks.]

Christina: [No, not going, not drinking.]

Paul sent a disdainful emoji.

Christina sent an emoji of beating someone up, then tossed her phone aside and went back to sleep.

Christina was the best drinker among the women Paul knew. In fact, she was better than his drinking buddies.

They had met because of a misunderstanding, and Paul thought it would be exciting to bring such a good drinker like Christina to a party. The scene would definitely be lively.

He assumed that someone who could drink like Christina could also party hard.

The next day, Christina, well-rested, went to work at the hospital.

During her time there, she had become familiar with the hospital. She had come with Dr. Knox Hernandez, and besides some medical exchanges, she also participated in some treatment work.

Christina was about to go to a meeting with Knox when they saw doctors rushing towards the emergency room.

Knox grabbed a doctor. "Quincy, we have a meeting soon. Where are you all going?"

Quincy Rodriguez said, "There was a serious traffic accident. A large number of patients are being brought in. We can't have the meeting for now. Mr. Hernandez and Miss Mitchell, please come with us to help treat the patients."

Hearing this, Christina and Knox followed Quincy to the emergency room with serious expressions.

A truck driver had caused a chain collision due to fatigue, involving over a dozen vehicles.

One of the vehicles was a school bus that had overturned.

Christina, wearing a white coat, her delicate face tense, looked at the bloody wounds on the stretchers without flinching.

At this moment, Christina was a completely different person from the one who had been drinking that night.

She was serious, focused, and rational.

A child had a large piece of glass stuck in their abdomen, blood soaking the white sheets, a horrifying sight.

Christina quickly ran over to check the situation.

"The glass might have injured internal organs. Get them to the operating room quickly," Christina said fluently.

As more and more people were brought in, the hospital was clearly in short of staffs. Knox was also assigned to perform surgeries, and since Christina didn't have experience as a lead surgeon, she assisted Knox.

They were busy until the evening.

Christina was almost exhausted.

"Christina, go home and rest early," Knox said, patting her shoulder.

Christina nodded.

After changing her clothes, Christina grabbed her bag and left the office.

Passing by the emergency room, she saw someone still sitting outside, holding one hand with the other, blood dripping onto the floor.

The emergency room was still busy, and it seemed no one had time to treat this person yet.

Christina's instinct as a doctor made her walk over.

"Did you hurt your hand in the car accident too?" Christina asked.

Preston looked up and saw Christina's face. He nodded.

"Yes."

"Come with me. They won't be able to get to you for a while."

Preston hesitated for a moment, then stood up and followed her.

Christina led Preston into the treatment room.

"Are you a doctor here?" Preston asked.

Christina wasn't wearing a white coat. She quickly found some medical tools.

"Let me see your hand."

Preston obediently extended his arm.

The blood had already stained his white shirt a deep color.