A man in a black suit suddenly collapsed and was surrounded by a crowd. His face strained to speak, but no sound emerged. Then, Marsha, kneeling by the old man’s side, gently searched his pockets and found a bottle of medication. She quickly administered it and simultaneously performed CPR. Clues pulled out his phone to call for help. “A patient needs immediate assistance on the fourth floor of the outpatient department,” he said before dropping the phone, focusing entirely on the old man. He had shed all traces of his previous nonchalance.

The hospital staff responded urgently, rushing over with a stretcher. “Please clear the way!” they called out. The crowd quickly parted, creating a path for the medical team. The elderly man was gently placed onto the stretcher. Charles climbed beside him, kneeling on either side as he continued performing CPR while rapidly issuing instructions: “Administer troglyc…” A team of doctors and nurses urgently pushed the stretcher toward the operating room. Onlookers observed the intense emergency scene.

Marsha’s attention turned to the phone lying on the floor. She approached, bent down, and picked it up. She slightly raised her eyebrows. That seemingly unteliable person could display such calmness, methodical precision, and quick thinking when handling a patient. Had she misjudged him? Hazel, equally surprised, her eyes filled with admiration, remarked, “Wow, he’s truly worthy of being a top cardiothoracic surgeon.”

But after speaking, she paused, realizing that Marsha was watching Charles. Had she misspoken? Hazel glanced at Marsha. Noticing Marsha didn’t react much, Hazel nudged Marsha’s arm with her elbow, a playful smile on her face. “Marsha, don’t you think Dr. Jennings was impressive just now?!” she asked.

Marsha pocketed the phone and lightly tapped her forehead with her finger, retorting, “Impressive, my dear. Don’t become entangled for no reason. He hadn’t even hesitated and didn’t prove anything.”

Ben gave Hazel a look and gestured toward the operating room, suggesting, “Let’s go over there and wait and see.”

The ante-room outside the operating room was a stark contrast to the busy outpatient department. Only a few people sat quietly in the chairs, creating a rather empty atmosphere. Although Marsha was there waiting, she wasn’t idle. She was engrossed in a script, reading it intently.