Seraphina didn't let the director down. She spent half the day familiarizing herself with the layout of State Medical Center and meeting the cardiology team to review their equipment. By that afternoon, she was immediately thrown into an emergency surgery.
The patient was a 93-year-old man, a military veteran, admitted for acute coronary heart disease.
For a patient of his advanced age, surgery was generally not recommended. But the old man was a veteran with a surprisingly resilient constitution, and he was adamant about having the procedure. He insisted he had to live long enough to watch the National Day military parade before he died.
Understanding the older generation's deep attachment to the parade, Seraphina agreed to operate.
Four hours later, the old man was safely wheeled out of the operating room and transferred to the Cardiac Care Unit for monitoring.
Back in her office, Seraphina took a quick break to scroll through job boards.
She was looking for a side gig to bring in extra cash.
A nearby colleague noticed and looked surprised. "Dr. Somerset, you're looking for a part-time job?"
Doctors were notoriously overworked; finding time for a second job was almost unheard of.
Seraphina nodded. "Some things happened with my family. I need money urgently."
Her colleague was the helpful type and immediately remembered something. "Actually, I have a former patient from a very wealthy family. They're desperately looking for a night caregiver right now. It pays fifty thousand dollars a month. Are you interested?"
A caregiver wasn't as prestigious as a doctor, but the pay was undeniably lucrative.
"I'll send you the family's number," the colleague offered.
Seraphina saved the contact, stepped out into the quiet stairwell, and nervously dialed the number.
The line rang a few times, making her anxiety spike.
"Hello, who is this?"
The voice on the other end sounded raspy and exhausted.
"Hi, Dr. Rachel Rhodes gave me your number. I understand you're looking for a night caregiver?"
The man sounded dismissive. "Dr. Rhodes? Are you a nurse from State Medical?"
"I'm an attending cardiologist. I have my medical license and years of clinical experience..."
The man let out a mocking scoff. "A real doctor applying for a caregiver gig? What kind of scam is this?"
Seraphina quickly replied, "My name is Seraphina Somerset. You can verify my credentials on the State Medical Center's official website."
The man fell silent.
"Sir? Are you still there?"
"What did you say your name was?"
"Seraphina Somerset. I have a clinical medical degree and specialized in cardiology during my residency. It's all publicly available on the hospital website, and I can show you my medical license..."


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