Chapter 80 See Jordy Again

On Tuesday, Norah promised Gil that she would assist him in performing surgery. After informing Jarnison, she walked into Gil's office with her hands tucked inside her pockets.

As soon as Gil saw Norah, he waved at her. "Norah, did you hear that Aikin was fired? I heard that he was let go by the board of directors. Yesterday was his last day."

Gil knew that Norah had been slammed with work yesterday, so he hadn't brought up the topic until now.

"Were you involved in his termination?" Gil asked.

Norah went to the sofa and took a seat. "If I was that powerful, I wouldn't have allowed him

to spread rumors about me twice."

That made sense. With a nod, Gil responded, "You're right. But his leaving is not much of a loss. We have several excellent doctors here. How are the pre-operative preparations? The patient is waiting in his room."

"Everything is on track. I just came to inform you about it."

"Okay, let's go. I'll assist you and use this opportunity to learn as well."

Both of them went to the operating room. At the room's entrance, Norah spotted a familiar person.

The fat man sitting there had a tattoo. When he noticed two doctors wearing masks approaching, he got to his feet and planted himself in their path. "If my brother dies, I will not spare you. He eyed Gil and demanded, "Are you the chief surgeon? So old? Your hands won't tremble, right? Nah, I can't accept this. Find someone younger!"

The tattooed fat man's subordinate stepped forward and said, "Mr. Smith, Dr. Davies is the best doctor here and he is well-renowned."

The tattooed fat man was unaware of this and flushed with embarrassment. "Then why are

you still standing here? Go and do the surgery for my brother!"

Gil smiled, no trace of anger visible on his face. "The chief surgeon is next to me, not me."

"You?" The tattooed fat man studied Norah suspiciously. "You're so young. Can't this hospital have a middle-aged doctor who is experienced? Damn it! I won't risk my brother's life in your hands! Hey, old man. You'd better take the lead."

"Excuse me, may I know why you refused to let me perform the surgery for the patient?" Norah asked, her voice flat.

Norah's voice sounded somewhat familiar to the tattooed fat man, but he didn't dwell on it. His lips curled up in disdain as he said, "Oh, come on! Let me ask you this. How many surgeries have you performed as the chief surgeon? None, am I right? Listen up. My brother is not someone ordinary. If he dies, all of you will land in a big soup."

His words were harsh, his threat evident.

"Your brother is not an ordinary person? Well, to us medical staff, his life is equally important as anyone else's. Norah spat out frostily, "I thought you would have smartened up after being taught a lesson at Glamour Club. But it turns out you're still this arrogant and rude, Mr. Smith."

The tattooed fat man was none other than Jordy. He was that snobbish man being knocked down with a beer bottle at Glamour Club by Norah. The man lying on the operating table was his brother.

Norah's words undoubtedly pissed Jordy off. When Jordy moved advance and noted Norah's nameplate, he froze momentarily, lost in thought. When the realization dawned on him, his expression shifted into one of the smarmy smiles, saying, "Oh, Miss Wilson, right? I didn't recognize you with your mask on. Are you going to perform the surgery on my brother? That gives me peace of mind. I know your medical skills are absolutely top-notch."

He gave her a thumbs-up and muttered, "Thank you, Miss Wilson."

Jordy's subordinates were astonished by his sudden shift in demeanor, knowing only a few people would be treated with respect by Jordy. Their curiosity was piqued regarding Norah's identity.

Jordy cursed inwardly. In their last encounter, Norah and Joanna had taught him a hard lesson after his failed harassment against Norah, accompanied by retaliation against his brother's company. He was punished severely for that.

However, Jordy didn't have the guts to seek revenge, as both Joanna and Bryson were not people he could mess with. Therefore, he didn't dare to disrespect Norah.

"Dr. Wilson, my brother's waiting for your treatment, Jordy said with a smile. The brightly colored tattoos he had weren't as terrifying anymore. Norah's sarcastic comments were on the tip of her tongue but she swallowed them down. Jordy was just a pretentious coward. If another doctor had been present here today, he would have successfully scared her.

No wonder Gil had remarked that today's patient was a VIP. Jordy's brother was a well-known man in Glophia. if such a person were to die in the hospital, they would be in a world of trouble.

Norah shot the smiling Jordy a glance and scoffed icily. She took Gil to the room next door for disinfection and to change into their surgical gowns, and prepared to enter the operating room.

Seeing Jordy's respectful demeanor, one recent follower of Jordy couldn't resist asking, "Mr. Smith, who is she? Isn't she just a doctor? Why are you so scared of her?"

"That's none of your business! Just remember her name and appearance. Whenever you run into her in the future, treat her with due respect. If you dare to ignore my instructions, I will beat you up!" Jordy glowered at the man.

+120 Points at most

The man's face tumed white with fear as he nodded. "Yes, sir."

Jordy grasped the need to keep a low profile moving forward, lest he offend any big shot again.

In the operating room, Gil grinned as he teased, "It appears you have some pull here. Even that guy is terrified of you."

After going through the disinfection protocol, Norah changed into her surgical gown, put on her gloves and mask, and said in a muffled voice, "Gil, stop pulling my leg. Let's begin the surgery."

The operation went smoothly. Even the most complicated surgery felt like the simplest craniotomy when Norah was conducting it. The surgery took significantly less time than normal.

After the surgery, Gil and Norah strode out of the operating room. Gil complimented, "You're still as excellent as ever. Jamison came to thank me yesterday. He must be aware of your exceptional talent. I'm afraid it will be much more difficult to have you help me with the surgeries of the Neurosurgery Department moving forward."

Norah took off her surgical cap and modestly said, "I'm flattered. Well, I just have basic medical skills. We can still exchange any medical insights at any time. I guess I only have experienced a bit wider variety of cases than you."

"Norah..." Gil shook his head with a smile. "You're being modest. Ever thought about publishing a few papers? Good for your career, you know?"

"Will do. Might need you to proofread my work by then."

At the door, Jordy rushed up to them. "Dr. Wilson, how is my brother doing?”