The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 24

As Ferris led Zoey away, she actually turned back and shot Leon and me a playful wink.

She exuded a vibrant, youthful energy—the complete opposite of my personality.

Was that why he had grown so tired of me by our second year of marriage?

I always thought of myself as perceptive, but it took me until today to finally realize it.

"Neurosurgery is intense," Leon said suddenly, clearly scrambling to fill the silence. "And honestly, most of the time they're at the mercy of Anesthesiology anyway."

Ah, that was the point he was trying to make.

Neurosurgery's elite status at Capital General was no secret. Leon was just trying to make sure I didn't feel inadequate being in Anesthesiology.

When Zoey talked about 'looking forward to working together,' it was purely lip service. At Capital General, while Anesthesiology wasn't exactly at the bottom of the food chain, it certainly didn't command much respect.

Leon was trying to comfort me.

It was surprisingly sweet of him.

"Well then, Dr. Lennox, let's make a proper introduction." I held out my hand, offering a confident smile. "Selena Hayes, Department of Anesthesiology."

Leon blinked in surprise before warmly shaking my hand. "Dr. Hayes. I'll be counting on you in the OR."

It was a standard professional courtesy, but the way Leon said it carried a genuine warmth.

In an instant, the heavy gloom in my chest dissipated, replaced by a surge of renewed determination.

But the moment was shattered by a harsh bark. "What, are medical interns just standing around socializing now?"

I spun around and saw none other than my mentor, the Iron Mask himself.

He had already stepped into the patient's room.

I exchanged a quick, panicked glance with Leon and immediately rushed after Dr. Logan.

He was doing rounds on a patient who had just come out of surgery that morning. When he saw me scurry in, he pointed abruptly. "You. Take over."

He was actually making me conduct the postoperative assessment and chart the notes on my very first day.

I was completely caught off guard. After a two-second mental scramble, I stepped up and calmly began questioning the patient.

Five minutes later, I handed the chart over to him. He skimmed it and delivered his verdict. "Took too long. Your questioning lacks focus and clinical logic. I want you to assess every single patient who had surgery this morning. Have the complete charts on my desk by the end of the day."

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