The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 464

The head nurse's call could not have come at a better time.

It saved me from being entirely consumed by Lucille's badgering. I immediately asked, "What happened?"

"The Department of Cardiothoracic Surgery has an urgent procedure. Caleb has been running non-stop since last night, and he's struggling to handle this one. We need you to come in and assist," the head nurse explained in a rapid-fire tone.

Caleb was the anesthesiologist on the opposite shift. By all accounts, he should have been the one covering this morning's operations.

But since the head nurse was personally requesting it, I wasn't going to say no. "Got it. I'll be right there."

I hung up and immediately hailed a cab. Seeing that I was in a rush, Lucille finally shut her mouth. However, she kept her head down, furiously typing on her phone, seemingly texting someone.

I didn't have the energy to care. I climbed into the cab and sped toward the hospital. Lucille sat quietly beside me, continuing to text, but mercifully didn't bother me again.

As soon as I arrived at the hospital, I rushed to the department. The head nurse met me and quickly debriefed me. "It's a bypass surgery for a seventy-year-old patient. It's highly delicate. Caleb is skilled, but he's in terrible shape today, so I called you in. Selena, I didn't ruin your day off, did I?"

"Don't worry, I'm fine. I got plenty of rest last night, so I'm perfectly fine to step in," I said with a smile as I quickly changed into my scrubs.

In truth, I hadn't slept well at all, but I could definitely handle one operation.

The Department of Anesthesiology was the foundational pillar of the hospital—we went wherever we were needed. Right now, a patient needed me, so I had to step up.

"You're too kind, Head Nurse. I don't deserve that kind of title yet. I still have a lot of room to grow," I replied, feeling slightly embarrassed.

More than that, I didn't want these praises echoing down the wrong hallway.

The workplace was a test of not only professional skill but social navigation. Last time two senior doctors praised me, the news reached The Iron Mask's ears. He ended up lashing out at me, dragging my name through the mud with his sarcastic insults.

If he caught wind of the head nurse's compliment, there was no telling what kind of storm he'd stir up.

I quickly changed the subject. "What exactly happened to Caleb? Why was he in such bad shape today?"