SW NOVELS
League 99
League 99
Draped in their pristine white coats, the team radiated a vibrant energy. Leading them was Lainey Quinn, a distinguished chief cardiac surgeon in her thirties.
Having joined the Bifrost Hospital just a year prior, Lainey’s cool demeanor and exceptional medical skills had earned her the title of “Demon Healer“. She was the mentor Millie was set to work under.
Lainey was deeply engrossed in patient records when she noticed Millie. Millie offered a nod of acknowledgment. “Dr. Quinn.”
With a brief hum, Lainey instructed, “Are you the newbie? Meet me in my office later.”
With that, she resumed her brisk pace, her expression Inscrutable.
As the team moved forward, Millie subtly positioned herself by the wall and observed their departure.
A few interns exchanged covert glances and murmured, “Isn’t that Millie Caldwell?”
“Do you mean the Caldwell family known for medical excellence, except for Millie Caldwell? Could it really be her?”
“Exactly. I heard she’s not up to par and only secured a spot at Bifrost Hospital through connections. Now she’s in Cardiac Surgery?” Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!
“Some people just have all the luck. We slave away for years to get in here, and she just walks in.”
Just then, Lainey paused, casting a sharp look their way.
The interns quickly fell silent, their whispers silenced.
Instead of heading straight to the office, Millie took a brief detour around the department to familiarize herself with her new surroundings. She greeted the nurses at the station, making her presence known.
“Did
you hear about Dr. Lloyd? He pulled a muscle during a meeting. But just when things seemed dire, someone stepped in.”
Millie, adjusting her coat’s buttons, perked up at the nurses‘ conversation.
“A slender woman swiftly administered acupuncture needles. And guess what?” The speaker was a plump young woman with sparkling eyes.
“What happened?” Millie asked, intrigued.
“She healed him on the spot! It was
traordinary!”
“Really? Who was this savior?” another nurse interjected.
“Rumor has it, it was the elusive healer, Milla Webson, who disappeared three years ago,” the young woman asserted confidently.
Millie was taken aback. “Why her?”
The woman approached, unveiling an image on her phone. “See for yourself, that’s Milla’s signature
technique. And notice the needles? They bear an ‘M‘
Millie examined the photo closely.
Milla Webson’s acupuncture technique was undeniably unique. Those familiar with her methods could spot her work in an instant. It came as no surprise that she was identified so quickly.
“Ms. Caldwell, surely someone of your stature has heard of the renowned healer, Milla Webson?” The young woman blinked earnestly, her sincerity evident
Millie glanced at the name tag pinned to her. Her name was Hazel Simpson.
With a teasing smile and under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Millie shook her head. “No, I don’t know her. I also had never met her before.” She denied it outright.
Just as she was about to elaborate, a man approached from behind, scoffing, “What sort of naive girls believe in such mythical healers? There’s no such thing as miracles. You’re exaggerating!
“And Dr. Lloyd, how could he let such rumors spread?” he added, his irritation clear.
Millie took a moment to assess the man. He was handsome, in his early thirties, named Yoel Marshall. He was the deputy director of the department.
“Mr. Marshall, there really is a healer named Milla Webson. She’s exceptionally talented,” Hazel countered.
With a grave expression, Yoel responded, “If miracle workers could cure everything, then what’s our purpose here? Now, get back to work!”
Rolling her eyes, Millie fiddled with her fingers and remained silent.
Without warning, Yoel gestured at her and instructed, “You too, get to work. You’re new here and have already started gossiping. What’s that about?”
Millie was left speechless. She couldn’t fathom his sudden outburst.
He seemed unusually irritable today. At this rate, he might even kick an innocent passing dog.
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