My Secret Husband Is My Cold Boss novel Chapter 29

Sampson left the on-call room right before the morning shift handover.

Before stepping out, he casually grabbed her trash bag on his way.

They were both adults; she really didn't need to be waited on like this.

Unused to it, Wendy told him, "You can leave the trash. I'll take it out myself later."

"It's on my way."

Sampson didn't make a big deal out of it. "You can sleep a little longer."

"Also, if you're not swamped one of these days and can spare thirty minutes, call me."

Working in the same center, Sampson knew exactly how brutal her workload was. If he was asking, it meant there was something important to handle. Wendy nodded.

With her stomach warm and the heating pad doing its job, Wendy drifted back into a comfortable sleep after he left.

In the workspace.

The nurses' station was buzzing about the midnight emergency consultation.

Seeing Wendy emerge from the on-call room, Sophie practically ambushed her to get the inside scoop.

"Chief Gates, I heard Director Sanders was the lead surgeon for that neonatal emergency last night?"

A surgery that complex was usually handled personally by Director Zachary.

But the night-shift cardiothoracic nurses had sworn that Director Zachary never showed up—it was Director Sanders who operated.

A surgery that normally took a minimum of six hours had been completed nearly an hour faster than usual.

The more complex and critical the surgery, the more it tested a surgeon's pure skill. Director Sanders was on another level!

Wendy nodded. "Yeah, he was the lead."

The nurses exchanged glances, absolute awe shining in their eyes.

"Truly Mayo Clinic's finest."

If anyone had previously doubted his swift promotion, suggesting he rode in on connections, last night's surgery was Sampson's flawless, indisputable answer.

Rumor had it that his first and second assistants had been left entirely speechless by his sheer hand speed.

They walked out of the OR muttering about how cardiothoracic surgery was a field that ruthlessly demanded natural talent.

The surgery required a cardiopulmonary bypass, deliberately stopping the heart to allow the surgeon to perform delicate maneuvers.

But every minute the heart lay still, the risk of post-op complications skyrocketed.

Because of this, a cardiothoracic surgery tested not just a doctor's precision, but their raw speed.

She pulled it out of her drawer and slipped it around her neck.

A resident doctor behind her noticed. "Chief Gates, Chief Gates."

"What brand is that massager? It's the same one Director Sanders uses. Can you send me the link?"

Speaking of fanboys.

Wendy flashed him the logo and told him to find it on the official website.

That morning, Sampson and Director Zachary were both tied up in back-to-back surgeries.

They only bumped into each other in the surgical cafeteria during lunch.

Coincidentally, Director Zachary had just stepped out of a congenital heart repair surgery.

He teased Sampson, "The students assisting me spent the entire procedure singing your praises in my ear. It got so annoying I was tempted to kick them out and send them to your OR."

Sampson smiled but didn't say much.

He wasn't a man of many words, and Director Zachary was already used to it.

It was only as they finished eating and prepared to leave that he brought it up. "The younger kids are really curious about you. Since you joined, the department hasn't even thrown you a welcome party. Let's get everyone together for dinner tonight to celebrate."