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Chapter 281
Chapter 281
Derrick and Angela spent a leisurely afternoon wmpped up in each other’s company. Meanwhile, at the hospital, Gwendolyn, despite Sanford’s earnest pleas, submitted her resignation.
She would complete the handover within a month, but suddenly, she felt adrift.
ly and the Peterson family had both contributed
Her greatest dream had been to open her own holistic health clinic. The Walker family funds, but it still wasn’t enough to set up her practice.
“You’re really leaving? Aiken, wrapping up his day, pulled off his mask and asked.
“Yeah Gwendolyn nodded meekly.
Aiken chuckled and said, “Leaving might be for the best. It’s a good thing for you.” He belonged to the same era as Enoch and was privy. to some old secrets.
The thought of Gwendolyn being coerced to treat Claude had him sweating bullets.
She had broken the rules.
But with no word from the capital, that could be taken as good news.
“Gwendolyn, your spirit isn’t suited for the rigidity of a conventional hospital. Sure, the hospital’s great, but you deserve your own expansive realm. To heal, to delve into the art of medicine”
She was incredibly kind–hearted, and so honest. She needed a place where she could call the shots, not be led by the nose.
“Thank you, I understand, Gwendolyn said, inhaling deeply and mustering a small smile.
Aiken fell silent for a moment, deciding against voicing his caution. In three months, it would be the once–in–a decade acupuncture symposium. The Bayridge Health Association would surely select participants.
Gwendolyn couldn’t attend.
Enoch would probably wam her, so he, an outsider, wouldn’t say more.
“Dr. Yates, Im off to do my rounds.” Gwendolyn greeted him and left, sticking to her routine of checking on her patients in the evening before ending her shift
Especially room 2121, which required her special attention.
She had been tough in front of Magnolia, but she wouldn’t truly neglect a life. She’d fulfill her duties for the month.
The ward was quiet. Claude looked a bit better, thanks to the dedicated experts at the hospital. Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.
Gwendolyn checked all his vitals, removed the needles she had placed earlier, and cleaned the sites.
Out of the corner of her eye, she caught something that made her freeze.
The gaunt man on the bed had opened his dry eyes, the pupils deep, betraying no emotion.
Gwendolyn waved her hand in front of his face and then used a flashlight to check his responses.
It was an involuntary reaction, common in vegetative states.
She exhaled slowly, closing his eyes. This was a good sign; it indicated Claude’s condition was improving, and his recovery strength was impressive. Gwendolyn had heard a saying that sometimes
the human will to survive could break all limits.
In medicine, there was a word for such phenomena miracle.
“Praying for your recovery, Gwendolyn gently whispered
She grabbed her belongings and left the ward. Outside, the driver, Cliff, waited in the Rolls–Royce at the hospital entrance.
“Mrs. Chadwick,” he greeted her with a wave. Here you are.”
The hospital staff were used to it by now, everyone knew Gwendolyn’s husband doted on her. The couple was well–known for their affectionate bond.
Gwendolyn quickened her pace and climbed into the car
“Mrs. Chadwick, you’re off duty tonight?” Cliff asked with a smile.
“Yes.” Gwendolyn inquired, “Has Mr. Chadwick left work yet?”
“Not yet, he’s been swamped at the company lately.” Cliff pressed the accelerator, pulling away from the hospital.
Gwendolyn felt a twinge of disappointment and hesitated before saying, “Can we go to his office? I wait for him to get off work so we can go home fogether.”
Gwendolyn sat in the backseat, staring out the window, lost in thought.
Mr. Chadwick had promised to come home early tonight to paint… Her cheeks flushed at the thought, chastising herself for being sa
forward.
still that painting in the studio that she hadn’t put away. What if Marina saw it?
And there was still