Chapter 270 Can the Dead Be Arranged Too?
"Ms. Anderson, someone's looking for you."
"Who is it?"
"Apparently, a leader from upstairs brought a patient and specially added them to your schedule. They want you to go now."
When the intern found Amara, she was about to leave for the day. Looking at the messenger, Amara frowned in irritation. "Isn't it enough that you guys summon me all day? Now the leadership has to summon me too? Am I the only one in this whole department who can get anything done?"
"The director is there too. It's probably a consultation. You'd better not skip it, or the dean will criticize us again at the next meeting."
Amara rolled her eyes in annoyance and put back on the white coat she'd just taken off. "In our department, if it's treatable, the director alone is enough. If it's not treatable, what good will I do?"
The intern shook his head. "No good."
Obviously, he also thought there was no point in having Amara go when the senior director was already there.
"But it affects our department's performance bonus, so you should still go! We're all broke."
"For the sake of our meal money, we'll have to trouble you, Ms. Anderson."
Amara muttered complaints all the way to the dean's door. Before she could compose herself, the door was pulled open, and the old dean immediately noticed her mood. "What are you muttering about?"
"Can't a person complain about working overtime?"
Probably knowing Amara's personality, he didn't argue with her. "Now you don't even want to humor me anymore."
When Amara pushed the door open, she saw an elderly gentleman in a long tunic sitting in the dean's office. His temples were streaked with gray hair, but this didn't diminish his dignified bearing.
This person clearly had retired from a high position.
The dean introduced him, "This is Stefan Rogers."
Amara nodded politely in greeting.
Seeing Amara's courteous manner, Stefan stood up from the sofa and extended his hand toward Amara. "Everyone says Dr. Anderson is very young. Seeing you today, it's indeed true."
At this moment, judging from his gesture of standing up, Amara's impression of Stefan was fairly good.
Hearing this, the dean exchanged pleasantries on the side. "Dr. Anderson is someone our hospital is focusing on developing. Given time, she'll definitely be a pillar of strength."
"You two chat, I'll step out for a moment."
As soon as the dean went out, he saw the department head coming this way and grabbed him. David Cook looked confused. "What's wrong? Isn't this a consultation?"
"Amara is in there," the dean replied.
David looked at the dean, somewhat puzzled. The dean added, "The other party donated five hundred thousand dollars to us and said they wanted to see Amara. I was worried she wouldn't come if I told her directly, so I made up an excuse."
David's mouth twitched. "You basically sold her out. With Amara's temper, if she finds out, she'll pluck out all your hair and make you bald."
The dean raised his hand and touched his sparse hair, feeling a chill, but after thinking it over, he still spoke. "If it were an ordinary person, I definitely wouldn't have accepted, but this isn't an ordinary person."
The dean pulled an envelope from his pocket and handed it to him.
David picked it up and looked at it, shocked by the large characters on it. "Can we refuse this?"
"With someone of this status, why would they need to come to Emerald City? If they really wanted Amara to treat someone, they could use connections to transfer her directly. But they came here, donated money, and were so polite. What else can we do?"
These days, there weren't many people who could use a letter of introduction, and it even had an official stamp - showing how high their position was.
In the office, Amara looked at the scans, then at the person across from her, her expression somewhat serious. "These scans aren't yours, are they?"
"Dr. Anderson, good eye."
Amara thought, 'Well, isn't that obvious? According to these scans, the person needs bypass surgery. You look like you've lived fine for over a decade - you don't look like someone with insufficient cardiac blood supply!'
"I can't treat someone on behalf of another person. Maybe you should find someone else?" Amara said.
"Dr. Anderson, are you a local?" Stefan asked.
"Yes."
"Are you interested in developing your career in Regal City? The cardiothoracic surgery departments at Regal City People's Hospital and the Military Hospital are among the best in the country."
Amara refused without hesitation. "No, not considering it."
Stefan had a kind face and maintained a refined and elegant manner throughout, making it difficult for Amara to just walk out rudely.
Stefan added, "May I ask why?"
Amara replied, "Wherever my home is, that's where I'll be."
"Dr. Anderson, how many people are in your family? If it's convenient, I can arrange everything for all of them."
Amara said, "Can you arrange for dead people too?"
Stefan was speechless.
"Mr. Rogers, if there's nothing else, I'll be going. My shift is over and I need to go home for dinner."
Just as Amara pulled open the door, she saw the dean standing at the door chatting with David. Seeing her come out, he looked puzzled. "It ended so early?"
"Yeah! I'm leaving now." After saying this, Amara quickly ran off.
David glanced at the dean and chased after her, even shouting, "Show some consideration for the elderly, Amara."
"Forty years old doesn't count as elderly."
"What did he talk to you about? Why are you so angry?" David asked.
"He wants me to go to Regal City! Even said he could take my whole family and arrange everything for us. Isn't that ridiculous?"
William was about to become Emerald City's richest person - could Stefan make her the richest person in all of Regal City?
David held back his laughter and told Amara what the dean had just said, organizing his words carefully.
After hearing this, Amara was even more puzzled. "Are there no good doctors in Regal City?"
"Maybe big shots have different hobbies?"
"What kind of hobby? A death wish? Go away. You're on duty tonight, don't waste my time." She went into the office, took off her white coat, grabbed the canvas bag issued by the hospital, and left.
Just as she reached the parking lot, she saw the family driver waiting.
She arrived home at the Brown Villa right on time, only to discover that for today's family day, only William was there - no Thalia.
"Why did you come back alone?" Amara asked.
"Yeah." William nodded.
"You came back alone? Aren't you embarrassed? Did you make your wife angry? William, can you handle this or not?"
This time, Harper unusually didn't take William's side, pressing her lips together and glancing at William with clear displeasure.
Harper said, "You two talk. I'll go tell the kitchen to prepare fewer dishes."
William thought, 'Is this all the respect I get?'
"Acting separately after getting married? You don't have any ideas, do you? Hanging around with those scumbags in the finance circle all the time - you didn't get infected by them, did you?" Amara mocked.
"Amara, don't you want funding for the lab anymore?"
Amara immediately shut up.
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"You're still not going home?" Layla asked.
"I want to go have fun with you," Thalia stayed by Layla's side, staring at her eagerly, practically with stars in her eyes.
"Shouldn't it be me going to have fun with you?"
Since when did Emerald City's female elite need to go have fun with a divorced woman like her?
"Your party with male escorts tonight - can you take me with you?"