Chapter 277

Jake was the most outstanding among this batch of interns, and he was personally mentored by Prof. Rane. It was said that his grades at medical school were also quite good. Chris preferred to help Jake revise his thesis personally rather than let him be assigned to another department.

The road was easier to travel without rain, and they arrived an hour earlier than before. Several buses stopped at the entrance of the Summit Infirmary. Francesca was already waiting at the door and immediately jogged over when she saw Chris get out.

“Mr. Green, one injured person has been sent to our hospital and is already in the operating room. Prof. Rane is performing the surgery personally.”

Chris was somewhat surprised. “This early? Prof. Rane is doing surgery?”

Francesca looked speechless. “We’ll talk after you head inside.”

Other doctors and nurses could leave first; only the senior leaders from the major hospitals remained for a meeting. Just as Chris was about to enter, he heard someone muttering curses softly behind him and turned to look.

The nurse Jake had criticized for standing idly on the ground refusing to help was arguing with a leader from the Fourth Infirmary. That girl was very authoritative, clearly used to holding a high position for a long time.

Without paying much attention, Chris returned to the office with Francesca.

“You all just left the day before yesterday, and now victims from a chain car accident have been sent to our hospital, plus another accident afterward—all very close to us. Together there are over a dozen injured. Prof. Rane arrived before eight in the morning.”

Chris and a few others had gone to support the effort, leaving the hospital short-staffed and forcing them to call everyone back.

That surgery was very critical, and only Prof. Rane could handle it. Francesca personally went with the driver to pick up Prof. Rane at his house.

Despite the heavy rain, Prof. Rane refused to drive himself—if anything had happened on the way, it would have been hard to explain to the board.

Prof. Rane was the hospital’s living brand; many people came specifically because of him.

“Well done. Later during the meeting, we’ll organize the inventory of losses. After the Wilder Group’s public relations department and Hurricane Media’s team return, they’ll coordinate with you to integrate public relations efforts. We want to make a strong impression for the IPO. I don’t need to say more—you know what to do.”

“Got it. Leave it to me.”

Chris hadn’t rested long in the office when someone knocked and called him to the meeting room.

The door was ajar. Chris stopped at the entrance and caught sight of the girl through the crack. He paused and called Francesca back.

“What is it?”

Chris nodded toward the girl. “Go check who she is.”

Actually, Chris didn’t need to say more.

After returning from the disaster relief, everyone was covered in dirt. Jake was covered in mud and went straight back to the dormitory to get a shower.

Chris was in better shape—he had rinsed off briefly at Montvue Tower the night before—but after the whole morning’s chaos, his lower body was still muddy.

But that girl looked much cleaner than the others, and her glare was sharp.

“Yes, understood.” Francesca memorized the hospital and name on the girl’s badge and turned to leave.

Jessica and the others returned to the Wilder Group at three in the afternoon. Many people glanced sideways when they saw them come back.

“Looks like the Montvue Tower has brought bad luck. It sat idle for many years under the Hall family, and soon after we took it over, a landslide happened and communications were cut off. I think this project is going to be hard to manage.”

A colleague tossed a pack of tissues over.

“What is up with you? Talking about luck now?” She turned back. “There was nothing we could do about that landslide.”