Chapter 2 One

CHAPTER 01

WHEN she parked her own car in the parking lot, se got out, she barely brushed hier own hair before walking inside the hospital. She first passed the coffee shop inside the hospital before taking the escalator up to the second floor.

The other nurse greeted her and bowed their head to her, she just nodded in response. His eyes were on the road until he reached his own office here at the hospital. He pushed the door shut before taking a sip of his own coffee and placing the things he was carrying on the glass table.

He took the white coat that was hanging on the side and put it on and he barely touched the name plate on the side no'n. He took the coffee and then left the room.

He almost spit out the coffee he was drinking when he was approached by one of the doctors in his department. "What?" he asked with a grimace as he gave it a bad look.

"Patient 012," that was all the fellow doctor could say before he quickly passed him and hurriedly walked to the ward.

As soon as he entered inside, he saw the target, three fellow doctors and a nurse surrounding a patient lying in a hospital bed.

They try to perform the CPR procedure while the nurse adjusts the defibrillator.

He quickly approached them and looked at the patient before taking the defibrillator paddles.

"Continue the CPR," she commanded while fixing the defibrillator. She instructs the nurse to press the charge button after she puts a gel on the paddles.

He rubbed the paddles while looking at the patient. "Clear." he said the reason for the doctors to step aside was that he used the defibrillator paddles. He gave the paddles to the nurse and she did CPR with her hands. His every move is fast and polished but definitely careful and without mistakes.

The monitor screen remained soniferous, noisy and unwilling to calm down so she continued to do CPR, she fixed her both hands counterpart to the chest of the patient and continued doing the CPR. After a couple of minutes the monitor screen gradually returns to normal, the moving line is fine and the patient's heart rate is also in a normal state. It means the patient's life is safe and no longer at risk.

He took a deep breath before removing both hands that were on the patient's chest before straightening up. He looked at the two nurses. "Monitor this patient and let me know every result," he said causing both nurses to quickly answer and nod. He turned to his fellow doctors with a dangerous look.

"Follow me," her voice was like a sharp knife and it was full of authority and anyone would be followed in no time if you happened to hear that. He took the coffee he had handed to a doctor before turning and walking away.

He winced when he tasted the coffee, it was already cold.

After he arrived at their department, his fellow doctors arrived just after him.

She is Kristine Camille Villarreal, a senior doctor who was extremely strict when it came to her patients.

"Why did that happen?" he asked, calm but dangerous.

"We always do checking the patient and it was-," a doctor was interrupted when he interrupted.

"Always do? But how did that happen? I thought your operation on the patient was successful?" it couldn't help but raise its voice.

He entrusted that patient to his fellow doctors because he knew they were capable of such an operation. But it seems he was wrong. When was his last day in this department when something went wrong.

The fellow doctors looked at the door when it opened and another familiar doctor entered.

"Doctor Villarreal. The Executive Director wants to talk to you, it's about your transfer," he announced looking at him seriously.

He secretly winced before straightening his white coat and nodding. "I'll follow."

He wanted to lecture his fellow doctors but he was already being called. But before completely leaving their department, he said something, a will.

"I hope it won't happen again. A patient's life is important, I'm happy to work with you for four years. We will see again, I'll just move to another department."

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Krist sat in front of the visitor's chair which was just opposite the Executive Derictor.

"Do you need anything?" he asked and adjusted his seat. He asked as if the person talking was not the Executive of the Hospital where he worked.

The Executive smiled sparingly. "I want to talk to you, it's about your transfer to another department."

He took a deep breath, until now he still couldn't hide his sadness at the thought of moving to another department, yes and only working in the same hospital but he still couldn't help but feel this emotion.

"Why do I even have to shift into another department?" he asked in a calm voice as if it was just nothing for him.

"The old senior doctor retired. The senior doctor of the department you are moving to has retired, a new senior doctor is needed because there is also an intern there. You need to look after him and he is an important person," said the Executive with emphasis with every word said.

He couldn't hide his reaction, he winced and straightened his own hair as if irritated by what he heard. "I'm a senior doctor. I'm fine with moving to another department, the important thing is that I'm still a doctor, but what I don't understand is why do I have to look after him, that intern? Is the intern sick? that?"

He lost his respect every time he was annoyed, he even winced and crossed his legs.

...

His face was wrinkled when he left the Executive Director's office. She has no choice but to follow what they said.

He looked up in the air and high when he walked, he met some walking patients with a guard, at that sight he couldn't help but smile secretly. He was happy to see many recovering patients, well that was their job to help and to cure the patient.

Instead of going to his own office he went to the ward, he put both hands in the pocket of his white coat before walking towards the patients.

"Hey, kiddo!" he greeted the child lying in the hospital bed in a low voice. When he saw her, he immediately smiled and sat up from the bed.

"Miss Doctor, can I get out of here?" the boy asked him, he sat on the edge of his bed.

"I understand you, has your nurse said anything yet?" he asked and scratched his own eyebrows. This is the child he operated on last week because of a wild locust that hit the child.

The boy's muzzle lengthened as he looked at him before shaking his head. "Not yet, he and Mama said I should get a little stronger before I get out of the hospital."

He nodded. "Or according to what you do, are you getting stronger?- wait, what's your name again?"

The boy's snort grew longer because of his question. "Jaybe, I've told you several times. Jaybe, Jaybe."

He repeated his own name, secretly smiled and ruffled the boy's hair.

"Jaybe, get well and when you get out of here," he said calmly.

The boy nodded one after the other. "Yes Miss Doctor, I don't want to be left here because your other patients have gone home but I haven't yet."

He looked around the ward, there were only a few patients lying in hospital beds unlike before when this ward was full. He is happy to see many patients who have recovered and returned home.

When the patient's mother arrived, she stood up and talked to her for a while, she even looked at some patients who were resting before leaving the ward.

So she was really moving into another department starting tomorrow. He arranged the things in his own office and put them in the box.

He looked at his own watch, it's already one in the afternoon. He looked outside the door when someone knocked on the open door.

"Hey, I heard you're moving, how are you?" Shiela asked, the class of her question was sarcastic and she suppressed a smile on her lips. It looks happy because this is the new one to replace him.

"I'm good, so much good. You? How are you?" he smiled sweetly at her but inside he wanted to wince. He wanted to strangle the woman and strangle her because he was disgusted by her appearance.

"Well, it's better than good. The pest is going away so it's really good," Shiela grinned at him. He nodded, ignoring what he heard.

"Oh that's good to hear. It's a beautiful pest whoever you're talking about. Anyway I have to go, I have something to do important."

He brought the box and hugged him before walking to the door but before he could even leave the former office he turned to the female doctor.

"Enjoy the room, you will make a lot of friends there, especially at night. There's a lot of ghost friends here Shiela, Enjoy!" he even winked at her and smiled before turning his back and walking away.

He heard the loud and irritating scream of the female doctor while walking, a soft laugh came out of her mouth. Pathetic!

He got into his own car and put the things he was carrying in the passenger seat before starting the car's engine.

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EVERYONE he passes by he greets with a smile on his face and most of them are kept secret every time he smiles at them. He passed by the coffee shop stall here inside the hospital. He smiled at the barista and ordered his own coffee.

He chose the black coffee espresso, he wants to try and taste it because he often buys caffe latte so he wants to taste this one.

When he was about to take the order that the smiling barista was handing to him, someone suddenly took it so that his hand seemed to be left in the air, his mouth hanging open as he looked at the person next to him who took his order of black coffee espresso.

"Why did you steal my-," he hadn't even finished what he was saying when the woman who took his black coffee espresso interrupted.

"Just order again, it's mine," the woman interrupted what she was going to say and took some money before placing it on the counter.

"But that was mine." he whined, this girl stole his coffee.

"You said it was so this is mine now," the girl gave him a sweet smile, a sarcastic smile before turning her back to him.

He didn't do anything but let the woman take his order and just order another one. "Caffe latte please," he gave a small smile maybe black coffee espresso was not really meant for him so caffe latte will do.

Carrying his own coffee, he took the escalator up to the second floor where their department was.

Today is another day full of hope for Russell. After putting on the white coat, he came out of the locker room, the stethoscope was also placed in the pocket of the white coat he was wearing.

He finished the coffee before going downstairs to go to the ER.

"Hey brother!" he happily greets a doctor, yes he is an intern but because of his approachability he is comfortable with fellow doctors.

"Where's my coffee?" he asked him, he walked over to it before shaking his head.

"Nothing?" it asked.

He nodded. "No, but don't worry I'll deliver the coffee brothers here," he smiled before taking off his arm.

The two of them stopped talking when another doctor arrived. "We have a new senior doctor, now coming," it announced.

"Doctor Jase, I thought there was no replacement senior doctor?" Doctor Zian asked his brother.

Doctor Jase shrugged. "I heard rumors that he is already here."

Russel secretly winced, could their senior be a boy again? Will he scream again? Well, he didn't care. Just don't force him when it comes to operating on the patient because he really can't do that.

Doctor Cyril arrives. "Let's go to the department, our new senior is waiting."

"Is it a boy or a girl?" asked Doctor Zian, the four of them walking back to the department.

"I don't know either, they just said that we were being called but they didn't say if it was a girl or a boy. But if it was a girl, she was probably old."

He agreed with what Doctor Cyril said, it must be old if their new senior doctor is a woman.

It's his last year as an intern, but until now he's still afraid to face what he's afraid of. How could he imagine that one day he can overcome his fear?

When they entered the department, it was the opposite of what they expected, or rather what he saw. Because instead of being old and with wrinkled skin and white hair, it looks different.

Sexy, tall and has a beautiful face. He stopped and stared at their senior doctor for a moment, his gaze fixed on him. But suddenly realization hit him and pointed to their new senior doctor.

"You are the one who stole my black coffee espresso," both of his eyebrows met with this accusation. He still couldn't move on from getting his coffee.