Chapter 188: The CT Scan
The head of orthopedics saw a high school girl in her uniform burst in, silently requesting a CT scan. He subconsciously furrowed his brow, about to speak, when someone beside him gently patted his shoulder, leaned in, and whispered, “Director, this is the girl who helped with the neurosurgery last time. I think her name is…”
“Myrna?” the orthopedic director finished, his face showing surprise. The other party hadn’t quite recalled the name.
“Yes, yes, yes, Myrna! I heard she’s a Melcester Central High School student doing exceptionally well. My daughter also attends Melcester Central. The school's been buzzing about a specialist from Craydon University’s Department of Medicine personally scouting her. The principal is reluctant to let her go; if Myrna stays, who knows, Melcester Central might have the province’s top scorer this year. It’s a real tug-of-war.”
There weren’t many doctors at their hospital who graduated from Craydon University's Department of Medicine. Graduates of such schools, if they applied, would typically be doing research, not frontline work. They were the type with boundless prospects. This was a talent—an eighteen-year-old high school student. It was infuriating to compare them!
“Ah, I’ve seen her surgery videos online. That high-level technique… I’ve never seen anything like it. No wonder the neurosurgeons can’t stop praising her. Director, you should show her the CT scan; she might have a solution.”
The head of orthopedics, a veteran of over thirty years, had heard the rumors. While surprised, he remained skeptical, especially seeing his staff looking at the pale girl with expectant faces, as if she were a savior.
Just then, a low, stern voice sounded: “Give her the CT scan.”
He turned and saw Calvin, his handsome brows and eyes betraying a suppressed surge of hostility. His eyes were like the deep sea—dark and sunless, yet full of surging vitality. He glanced at Myrna, his heart jolting. Without hesitation, he handed her the film: “Be careful, don’t damage it.”
“Hmm.” Myrna coldly took the film, squinting to examine it carefully against the light. The ward fell quiet.
The head of orthopedics watched her stare at the film for a long time without speaking, his skepticism growing. He began to criticize: “You need to look at the tibia and fibula. You can see the tibia is skewed—an open fracture with two nodes. There's a comminuted fracture slightly towards the fibula…”
Myrna remained engrossed, not uttering a word. The head of orthopedics, unable to save face, felt unhappy. However, due to Calvin's presence, he suppressed his dissatisfaction and interrupted: “You’ve been looking for so long, do you have any other opinions? If not, don’t delay their diagnosis and treatment! Did she even know about the golden hour in emergency medicine, and that this child's future could be impaired?”
Calvin noticed Myrna's intense focus, her complete disregard for the head of orthopedics' repeated attempts to speak. His handsome face grew serious, his dark eyes fixed on the beautiful and delicate girl.
“Myrna, how is it? Does Alfi still have room to maneuver?”
His voice, a deep, magnetic bass, seemed to resonate like a drum in the heart.