Cassandra curiously stood up and walked toward the door. As soon as she opened the door, she saw several nurses and doctors frantically pushing a patient toward the operating theater. She looked over in surprise, only to find a group of reporters following behind the patient. With their cameras in their hands, they were constantly taking photos. Seeing that, Cassandra was puzzled.
“What's going on? Is that patient a female celebrity or something? Why is there such a fuss over her?” she curiously muttered. Next, she saw a potbellied man saying to a doctor, “I don't care. Lynette is a popular celebrity. We insist on having Dr. Berry come and treat her.”
“I'm sorry, sir, but Dr. Berry only has two surgeries scheduled for each month, and those slots have already been booked by other patients. Thus, you won't have the opportunity to consult her,” the doctor kindly explained.
However, the potbellied man seemed to be completely disregarding the doctor's explanation.
He insisted, “I bet she's feeling guilty. She's too afraid to meet Lynette, so she deliberately refuses to see her and doesn't want to perform the surgery!” Cassandra felt that that person was really exaggerating the importance of Lynette.
Boss has never been afraid to meet anyone in her whole life! Who is this woman, Lynette? Who does she think she is?
Cassandra's frustration suddenly intensified, and her temper rose. With an impatient expression, she walked up to the potbellied man and said, “Who's afraid of seeing others? Let me tell you, Dr. Berry is incredibly busy. There are plenty of big shots waiting in line, begging to have surgery performed by her. What makes you think you're so special? Is Lynette the World's Number One Big Shot?”
The man looked down to see a petite and confident Cassandra standing before him, tilting her head up. Despite her small stature, she exuded an air of arrogance, as if she were someone awesome and had the ability to look down on others. He was so angry that his neck stiffened.
“You're not Ashlyn Berry. Why are you meddling in other people's business? It's none of your concern, so stop being a busybody.”
“I'm Ashlyn's assistant. Is that not enough?” Cassandra huffed in frustration.
“Let me make it clear to all of you. It's impossible for Boss to perform the surgery for her. If she wants it done, she can find another doctor! Otherwise, she can wait in line like everyone else until next month!” The potbellied man was so furious that his breathing became rapid, and he almost passed out.
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