One by one, the doctors spoke up to persuade Arielle to stay out of the matter.
Zachary didn’t bother mincing his words. “Young lady, don’t be a hindrance. The patient will wake up once the device is inserted.”
There was a lack of emotions in his eyes as he glared at Arielle. How dare they compare her to my kind Queenie? They are total opposites!
Unfazed, she parted her lips calmly and asked, “Have you used it prior to this?”
One doctor answered, “No. There’s only one in Chanaea, and our hospital was the one that received it. This is the first time we’re using it, so it’s especially meaningful to us. Miss, don’t blame us for not giving you a chance. This is an important surgery that might make it into Chanaea’s medical history.”
Zachary snorted. “If we get the chance to record this surgery in the annals of Chanaea’s medical history, I shall add your name on one condition-stand aside and don’t interrupt my surgery. You have my word.”
Arielle glanced at him briefly and proceeded to ignore him. “I know this is an important surgery, but this patient is extremely important to me too. You haven’t used this pacemaker before, so I must head this surgery.”
“What?” Zachary burst out laughing. “You must head the surgery? You’re making it sound like you’ve done
this before. I bet you haven’t even seen this device before, right?”
“Well, to be honest, I’m the inventor of the robotic pacemaker,” Arielle revealed. She didn’t want to waste more time and delay the surgery.
Silence ensued.
Zachary’s guffaw soon broke the silence. “Miss, stop joking around. Even if you want to show yourself off to Mr. Nightshire, boasting isn’t the right thing to do! The patient is waiting for us to rescue him. He isn’t a tool for you to steal the limelight!” he exclaimed.
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