My Reborn Admirer Wins Over My Heart (Oriana) novel Chapter 115

**TITLE: He Returned to Break and Own Me and for His Queen 115**
**CONTENT: Chapter 115 Pulmonary Nodule**

**Chapter 115 Pulmonary Nodule**

Zachary’s father and his longtime military companion hailed from the same small town, a bond forged in the fires of service and camaraderie. Their friendship had endured through years of enlistment and beyond, maintaining a thread of connection even after they hung up their uniforms for good.

This particular day, Zachary’s father had been insistent, urging him to provide exceptional care for the patient under his watch. The weight of this request pressed heavily on Zachary’s shoulders—not just because of the hometown ties, but because the man had once donned the uniform himself, serving his country with honor. This made Zachary take his father’s words to heart, amplifying his sense of responsibility.

As the sun climbed higher in the sky, the specialists were scattered across clinics and operating rooms, each absorbed in their own medical dramas. Zachary had exhausted every remedy he could think of to lower the fever of the patient in his care, but nothing seemed to bring relief. Frustration gnawed at him, and in a moment of desperation, he reached out for assistance, hoping for a lifeline.

When he saw Cormac approaching, Zachary felt a flicker of hope—until he realized that Cormac had sent him… a young girl.

Without a doubt, it was clear: just another eager student tagging along for the sake of experience.

Zachary’s smile froze, morphing into a mask of irritation.

He had spent seven grueling years amassing clinical experience, and now Cormac thought it wise to hand him… an intern?

His voice dripped with sarcasm as he snapped, “So, Mr. Flint thinks the doctors in the inpatient department are no better than an intern?”

The word “intern” felt like a bitter pill lodged in his throat.

If he were honest, even labeling Oriana as an “intern” seemed overly generous.

It was painfully obvious—Zachary had little faith in Oriana’s ability to contribute meaningfully.

“There’s always someone better out there,” Cormac replied with an air of casual indifference. “Dr. Rodriguez, are you truly looking down on one of your own?”

Cormac’s tone was laced with a calm sarcasm that only deepened Zachary’s frustration.

Oriana, however, appeared unfazed by the banter surrounding her. With a determined glint in her eyes, she stepped forward and declared, “Alright. I’ll give it a try.”

This declaration only served to stoke the flames of Zachary’s anger.

Luna and James exchanged glances, nearly bursting into laughter at the absurdity of the situation.

How could they not see that Cormac was setting Oriana up for failure? Yet there she stood, bright-eyed and seemingly oblivious to the trap laid before her.

Did she genuinely believe she was someone of significance?

Suddenly, an idea sparked in James’s mind. He stepped forward, his eyes glimmering with enthusiasm.

“Professor, let me join too. Maybe I can help in some way.”

The moment James spoke, Cormac’s expression darkened, a shadow crossing his features.

What on earth was this fool thinking now?

Realizing he had crossed a line, James quickly leaned in closer to Cormac and whispered earnestly, “I understand your intentions, Professor. Let me make amends for my earlier mistake. I promise I won’t let you down this time!”

A nurse nearby was visibly flustered. “Dr. Rodriguez, his fever has spiked to 104 Fahrenheit again.”

“What? I thought it had just gone down a little…” Zachary replied, disbelief creeping into his tone.

“It did. But not long after you left, it shot back up. We tried external cooling, but it didn’t work. Should we give him an antipyretic injection?”

“No,” Zachary shot back without a moment’s hesitation. “We can’t medicate him again until two hours have passed. For now, we’ll need to employ other cooling methods.”

“Let me check his pulse,” Oriana interjected, stepping forward with a sense of purpose. She crouched down, gently placing her fingers on Barry’s wrist.

Holding her breath, she remained perfectly still, her focus unwavering.

James, arms crossed and a smirk plastered on his face, couldn’t resist taunting her. “Dr. Sterling, it’s been five minutes and you’re still not done? Are you trying to look mysterious or something?”

Oriana ignored him, her concentration locked on her task.

She meticulously checked both wrists, her brow furrowing in concentration.

Finally, she stood up, her expression serious. “His pulse is irregular. If we don’t get his temperature down soon, he could be in serious danger.”

As she spoke, she reached into her coat pocket, her movements deliberate.

“Pfft!” James erupted with laughter, unable to contain himself. As the others turned to look at him, he struggled to rein in his amusement. “Sorry, I couldn’t help it. Oriana Sterling is hilarious. All that pulse-checking, and she gives us Captain Obvious-level commentary. I couldn’t take it!”