Chapter 18: A rookie
The following day at the hospital, Patricia was in the VVIP ward alongside a group of doctors who were checking on the patient. Roman was present, appearing at ease with the rest of the team. It was the first time she had seen him interact so freely with other doctors, which made her wonder who they were. Since she hadn’t had time to explore the other departments, she couldn’t recognize any of them. But if they were here for the patient, then they were likely surgeons or professors.
"You are in good hands, beautiful lady. You are lucky to be engaged to a doctor," one of the middle-aged female doctors said, prompting Patricia to instinctively raise her head, glancing between Roman and the patient, shocked.
So that was why he had been so protective of her? She was his fiancée? The woman he was supposed to marry in two months? It made sense as she would need time to heal properly under supervision. Still, Patricia felt oddly threatened by her beauty. She knew that if she stayed, she wouldn’t be able to enjoy her own married life. It would be worse than living in hell.
"I know I don’t deserve him, but I will make it right by him soon," the patient responded, drawing laughter from everyone in the room. The atmosphere felt unexpectedly romantic, and Patricia couldn’t shake the feeling that she was intruding.
She decided it was best to leave and observe the surgery from the operating theatre’s observation room, which was always available to them. The room was already filled with doctors awaiting the start of the operation.
Minutes later, Dr. Roman entered with the surgical team, and they all moved into position. This wasn’t Patricia’s first time witnessing a surgery, but it was her first time watching one as a doctor. It felt... Alive. There were sixteen doctors in the theatre, and their presence made the air heavy with tension.
INT. OPERATING THEATRE – 10:30 AM
"Let’s start," Roman said after putting on his gloves. The team gave a nod, each standing at their station.
"Scalpel," Roman requested.
"Scalpel," the scrub nurse repeated, handing it over.
"Let’s begin."