The Runaway Groom

Chapter 314

Irene’s response was fluent. “Cardiology. In fact, one of the cardiologists here at Melville Hospital is known to be a miracle worker, and has famously cured multiple patients with near-incurable heart conditions.”

The old man rested his chin on his hands and grinned. “Well, you’ve met the man. What do you think about him?”

“I’ve met him?” Irene considered it for a moment, before exclaiming in disbelief, “Wait, do you mean Mr. Poker Face?!”

She could not find a better description for the man-Stephen Carr was so aloof that he was basically devoid of humanity!

“Yes. That was Stephen Carr, Head of Cardiology and our miracle worker.”

“That’s my idol?’ Irene thought to herself then.

“Anyway, which position are you applying for?” the old man asked.

“Cardiology. I’m willing to start as an intern,” Irene said-she was not experienced enough to jump straight into residency, but she was willing to start from the bottom.

“Do you have prior experience?” the old man asked them.

It seemed that he was rather strict, and did not immediately hire her just because she saved him.

In fact, Irene’s resume had been quite simple, starting out as an intern after graduation for two years- one year less than most interns, since the doctor in charge of training her acknowledged her

outstanding ability.

After that, it was a year of residency. The first six months was routine training, while she was allowed in the room during surgeries for the next six months, before she went on to be an attending physician over a

year.

Most doctors her age would not be allowed to take the scalpel independently, and she was among the more gifted.

The chief of Charity Hospital certainly admired her for that, along with her willingness to work hard.

She had a promising future and could make a name for herself, but she ended up running into more than a few obstacles that kept her from working for a long while.

Nonetheless, Irene told the old man about her experience. Given her youth, her resume was already an impressive one.

“Why cardiology?” the old man then asked. “This isn’t exactly the most rewarding department.”

He was hinting that it would be a difficult speciality and required more skill than it was worth, but Irene simply smiled. “It’s not as hard as when I had to get my medical license.”

The old man laughed in turn–it was certainly difficult, as students were tested on their knowledge on surgery, physiology, biochemistry and pharmacology, each of which were broad fields of knowledge of their own. To make things worse, there were cases where two or more of those domains were involved at

once…

As an example, the use of a medicine is pharmacology, but physiological observations of side effects and the biochemical compatibility with the individual would also come into question.

Therefore, most students had to cram themselves and memorize entire textbooks, stressing their brains. to the extent of losing hair, occasionally leading to baldness.

Following exams at medical school, the final test to claim a practicing license was certainly even harder. Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Honest, aren’t we?” The old man smiled, mused to himself for a while, and then said, “What do you think about an attachment with Stephen?”

Irene was surprised, but she certainly was not reluctant to learn from such an illustrious doctor.

“However, you must know that from now on, what he says goes. He decides when you can be promoted to cardiac surgeon, and should you believe that you can accept that, I will speak with him and you can start tomorrow,” the old man told her.

He was convinced that Irene was a good talent, and poor guidance would be a pitiful waste.

Naturally, he also had his own personal interest in mind-Stephen Carr could get a little stringent, and putting a lively person like Irene with her might ease his poker face a little.

“Yes, I accept the offer,” Irene said without hesitation.

She had been limited to minor surgeries before, and was only an assistant during Sheryl’s surgery.

It had always been her regret that she could not save her mother herself, but she had been lacking in both experience and skill at the time for a major surgery.

“You may go now. Prepare yourself for tomorrow,” the old man said.

Thrilled, Irene stood up and thanked the old man. “I will do my best.”

As the old man waved, she left his office, beaming… only to run into a familiar poker face on the walkway, and her smile slowly faded.

Stephen gave her a cool look and growled, “What are you so pleased about? Getting hired through the back door is nothing to be proud about.”