Chapter 99
Draped in their pristine white coats, the team radiated a vibrant energy. Leading them was Lainey Quinn, a distinguished chief cardiac surgeon in her thirties.
Having joined the Bifrost Hospital just a year prior, Laineyâs cool demeanor and exceptional medical skills had earned her the title of âDemon Healerâ. She was the mentor Millie was set to work under.
Lainey was deeply engrossed in patient records when she noticed Millie. Millie offered a nod of acknowledgment. âDr. Quinn.â
With a brief hum, Lainey instructed, âAre you the newbie? Meet me in my office later.â
With that, she resumed her brisk pace, her expression Inscrutable.
As the team moved forward, Millie subtly positioned herself by the wall and observed their departure.
A few interns exchanged covert glances and murmured, âIsnât that Millie Caldwell?â
âDo you mean the Caldwell family known for medical excellence, except for Millie Caldwell? Could it really be her?â
âExactly. I heard sheâs not up to par and only secured a spot at Bifrost Hospital through connections. Now sheâs in Cardiac Surgery?â
âSome people just have all the luck. We slave away for years to get in here, and she just walks in.â
Just then, Lainey paused, casting a sharp look their way.
The interns quickly fell silent, their whispers silenced.
Instead of heading straight to the office, Millie took a brief detour around the department to familiarize herself with her new surroundings. She greeted the nurses at the station, making her presence known.
âDid
you hear about Dr. Lloyd? He pulled a muscle during a meeting. But just when things seemed dire, someone stepped in.â
Millie, adjusting her coatâs buttons, perked up at the nursesâ conversation.
âA slender woman swiftly administered acupuncture needles. And guess what?â The speaker was a plump young woman with sparkling eyes.
âWhat happened?â Millie asked, intrigued.
âShe healed him on the spot! It was
traordinary!â
âReally? Who was this savior?â another nurse interjected.
âRumor has it, it was the elusive healer, Milla Webson, who disappeared three years ago,â the young woman asserted confidently.
Millie was taken aback. âWhy her?â
The woman approached, unveiling an image on her phone. âSee for yourself, thatâs Millaâs signature
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technique. And notice the needles? They bear an âMâ
Millie examined the photo closely.
Milla Websonâs acupuncture technique was undeniably unique. Those familiar with her methods could spot her work in an instant. It came as no surprise that she was identified so quickly.
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âMs. Caldwell, surely someone of your stature has heard of the renowned healer, Milla Webson?â The young woman blinked earnestly, her sincerity evident
Millie glanced at the name tag pinned to her. Her name was Hazel Simpson.
With a teasing smile and under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Millie shook her head. âNo, I donât know her. I also had never met her before.â She denied it outright.
Just as she was about to elaborate, a man approached from behind, scoffing, âWhat sort of naive girls believe in such mythical healers? Thereâs no such thing as miracles. Youâre exaggerating!
âAnd Dr. Lloyd, how could he let such rumors spread?â he added, his irritation clear.
Millie took a moment to assess the man. He was handsome, in his early thirties, named Yoel Marshall. He was the deputy director of the department.
âMr. Marshall, there really is a healer named Milla Webson. Sheâs exceptionally talented,â Hazel countered.
With a grave expression, Yoel responded, âIf miracle workers could cure everything, then whatâs our purpose here? Now, get back to work!â
Rolling her eyes, Millie fiddled with her fingers and remained silent.
Without warning, Yoel gestured at her and instructed, âYou too, get to work. Youâre new here and have already started gossiping. Whatâs that about?â
Millie was left speechless. She couldnât fathom his sudden outburst.
He seemed unusually irritable today. At this rate, he might even kick an innocent passing dog.
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