Chapter 294

Amanda thought for a moment, then shook her head. “I don’t think so. I just came to see Mr. York after work.”

Elizabeth stared at her phone, feeling lost. “Alright then.”

If Amanda didn’t bring it, did this anonymous report letter just appear out of nowhere?

Mark walked over, holding two medical records. “Ms. Carter, I’m taking a day off tomorrow.”

Amanda glanced at him. He handed her a leave request. “Got it,” she said.

Mark looked at Elizabeth, raised an eyebrow, and left.

Elizabeth noticed the leave request. It was definitely Mark’s handwriting.

“Dr. Fisher’s handwriting is nice,” Elizabeth commented.

“Yeah, it’s very recognizable,” Amanda agreed, putting it away.

Elizabeth took a few more glances, then went back to work.

In the emergency department, Elizabeth was delivering something. Just as she was about to leave, someone shouted, “Dr. Percy, are you here to pick up the patient?”

Elizabeth was puzzled.

“There’s a patient from your department here,” the nurse reminded her.

Elizabeth blinked. No one told her she needed to pick up a patient.

“Are you sure it’s from our cardiothoracic department?” she asked.

The nurse nodded. “Yes, from your department.”

Elizabeth raised an eyebrow. “Alright, I’ll take him up.”

She went to sign the paperwork and was stunned by the name. ‘Gabriel? Why does this name look so familiar?’

After signing, the nurse reminded her, “Dr. Percy, this patient is quite special.”

“Why?” Elizabeth asked.

Meanwhile, a prison guard pushed Gabriel out. He’s really special. But why does this seem so familiar? she thought.

“Weren’t they here a few days ago?” Elizabeth asked.

The nurse nodded. “Yes, for food poisoning. Last night, they found heart failure.”

Elizabeth was speechless.

Chapter 294 (Continued)

Just as she was about to push the bed, someone stopped her.

“That’s my patient. Don’t touch!” Mark shouted.

Elizabeth turned and saw Mark putting a pen into his coat pocket, hurrying over. Like protecting something precious, he walked past her and said, “Don’t touch my patient.” He didn’t trust Elizabeth, not even to transport a patient.

Elizabeth raised her hands and stepped back. She wasn’t really interested in Mark’s patient anyway. She was just trying to help, but if he didn’t need it, she wouldn’t insist.

Her phone suddenly rang. It was another anonymous text: [Have you thought about it? Do you want to race me?]

Elizabeth found this person strange. ‘Why does he insist on racing me? Does he want to beat me?’

She replied: [I’m not the Steve you’re talking about, and I don’t race. You’ve got the wrong person.]

But the other side quickly replied.

Mystery Person: [Elizabeth, you’re Steve. I won’t mistake you.]

The message was followed by a photo of Elizabeth racing at Eaglecrest Mountain.

Elizabeth frowned.

Mystery Person: [Accelerating during a drift is Steve’s specialty. Your drift acceleration is exactly the same as Steve’s. Do you dare to say you’re not Steve?]

Elizabeth hated it when people talked to her in this tone.