Chapter 198 He Didn’t Contact Me Today Either
Early in the morning, I headed to the hotel.
When I left, there were three cars parked outside. The front and rear cars were filled with bodyguards, with only the middle one being mine.
Cole sat in the driver's seat—today he was the driver. Adrian held the back door open for me while looking around.
"What are you looking for?" I asked casually.
Adrian said puzzledly, "Isn't Mr. Valeri coming today either?"
"Do you want him to come?" I asked back.
"No," Adrian scratched his head. Cole's warning came from inside the car, "Adrian, don't say unnecessary things!"
I got in the car, thinking to myself that I didn't care whether Lucas came or not!
But my hand unconsciously reached into my pocket for my phone, opening the chat with Lucas.
Still no new messages.
After arriving at the hotel, I first handled some urgent work, then went to the rehabilitation area to find Roger.
"Strange, you actually came alone today," Roger said.
I pointed at Adrian and Cole behind me, "Are you blind? Aren't they people?"
Roger rolled his eyes, "I mean Lucas. Haven't you two been inseparable?"
I answered with a straight face, "I'm me, he's him. We have our own lives."
Roger studied my expression and drawled, "Had a fight?"
I ignored him and picked up the grip strength tool to start rehabilitation.
Three minutes later, I put down the grip strengthener, rested for a minute, then started rehabilitation again. Roger observed for a while, then handed me a tablet, asking me to play a game that exercises finger flexibility.
I took the tablet and skillfully started the game. A minute later, I broke the game's high score record.
Roger clicked his tongue and said with a smile, "Looks like the rehabilitation plan I made for you isn't very useful. You must practice with your right hand a lot normally, right?"
I nodded and continued playing, as the score I just got wasn't my best performance in this game.
Roger left the office and came back after a while. After I put down the tablet, he handed me a set of surgical instruments commonly used in surgery, including forceps, scissors, needles, and a sponge simulating muscle tissue.
Roger randomly cut several openings in the sponge and asked me to suture them.
I didn't refuse. I picked up the tools and efficiently disinfected, debrided, and sutured. Over these years, I'd never neglected practicing the basics—doing these things was as simple as breathing.
And this was just a sponge, not a real human body, so my psychological barrier wouldn't kick in.
Roger watched my operation with great interest and brought various challenging items like tomatoes and chicken legs.
The difficulty gradually increased, ending with an expensive realistic human body model. Whether it was the skin, fat, or blood vessels, everything was just like the real thing—slightly warm to the touch, with softness almost identical to a real person.
The part I needed to suture was the duodenum. I knew this wasn't real surgery, so my psychological barrier still didn't kick in.
I focused on treating the affected area. When I came back to my senses, I found a bunch of people standing around me and nearly jumped in fright.
They were practicing surgeons, plus some people who'd faked illness to come see me. After marveling at my technique and offering some praise, they started asking questions. Since they were all professional questions, I answered what I knew and provided ideas for what I didn't.
Then the emergency department called, "There's been a car accident near the hotel. Three patients were brought in and urgently need surgeons. Surgery needs to be performed immediately!"
Roger immediately called out several people's names and told them to go. But the whole group looked at me, their eyes filled with earnestness, hope, and scrutiny.
"Isabella, you should go too!"
"Yeah, you're the Miracle Surgeon. As long as you're there, no matter how serious the external injuries, they can definitely be saved!"
"With you there, it's not our turn—we're not as good as you."
My face turned a bit pale. I opened my mouth but made no sound.
The others looked at me strangely. For once, Roger didn't join in the commotion. He loudly drove them away, "Hurry up and save people! Don't you have anything better to do? Think about Isabella's value—can you compare with her?"
Roger's attitude was firm as he chased everyone away. I sat in the chair motionless. Cressida frowned slightly and asked with concern, "Are you okay?"
I looked at her in confusion.
Cressida pointed at her own face, "You don't look so good."
I rubbed my cheeks, "I'm fine."
"She had a fight with Lucas. Everyone else left, why haven't you left?" Roger grabbed Cressida's arm and pulled her out of the office, then closed the door.
The office returned to quiet. Roger sat at the computer to write his work report. I listened to the sound of the keyboard, and after a good while, I spoke in a hoarse voice, "Aren't you going to ask me?"
"If I ask, will you tell me?" Roger glanced at me, then continued staring at the screen. "You're a doctor yourself, highly skilled. You know your own situation best. If even you can't cure yourself, we have even less of a solution. Besides, I'm not a psychologist."
I laughed lightly, "It's getting late, I'm leaving."
Roger nodded. I walked to the door, and his voice came from behind me, "Every doctor gets old, too old to hold a scalpel. At the end of the day, it's just a profession. If you stop being a doctor, you can do other work. You're doing great as a hotel owner now."
I turned back with a smile, "Rare for you to comfort me."
Roger said disdainfully, "Who wants to comfort you? I just think your legend has overshadowed my brilliance. It's better if you disappear."
I knew he had a habit of saying the opposite of what he meant, and left in a good mood.
Out of habit, I turned to complain to Lucas about Roger, but seeing the empty space beside me, I remembered that Lucas and I had fought.
My mood instantly became low again.
Back at the Vice Chairman's office, Gale came to find me.
He came for Brenda.
Brenda was temporarily placed in the room where Amelia had stayed before. I took Gale to see Brenda.
I noticed that although Gale had no particular expression, there was a pleasant air about his eyes and brows. Looking closely, there was a hickey under his shirt collar. I couldn't help teasing him, "Did you make up with Julie?"
"Yes, thanks to you." Gale looked at me with gentle eyes, "I heard Lucas hasn't come to find you these past two days. What's going on?"
I felt a wave of irritation. Why did everyone have to ask about Lucas and me?
"It's nothing. He was just used to having me in his life before. Now he's gradually accepting the divorce, so he'll come looking for me less and less in the future. It's a good thing." I shrugged, pretending to be relaxed. "Dealing with him all the time has been annoying for me too."
Gale patted my back and didn't press further.
I secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Walking into that hidden room, Brenda, who had been curled up on the sofa, immediately rushed over, "I know I was wrong! Please let me go! As long as you agree to release me, I can tell you a secret about the Thornfield family!"