Chapter 638 He Doesn’t Look Serious


    Director Frank couldn’t help but whisper to Dr. Charles, “Dr. Charles, I’m really convinced now.”


    Dr. Charles red at him, “You’re convinced until now? Do you think I’m lying to you?”


    Director Frank pursed his lips, “The difference between a genius and an ordinary person is really quite


    big.”


    Nikita was indeed a genius.


    They were just a bunch of mediocre.


    The operation took three hours.


    After thest stitch was done, Nikita let out a long breath.


    She came out of the operating room.


    She took off her mask and the hat she wore during the operation. Her fair face was covered with sweat.


    The hair on her forehead was also soaked with sweat.


    Three hours of surgery. She needed to be highly concentrated for those three hours. It was physically


    exhausting.


    Homer, who was waiting outside, came up and handed her a tissue, “How is Malcolm doing?”


    Nikita took it and wiped the sweat from her face. Then she replied, with a slightly hoarse voice, “The


    surgery was sessful. He’ll just have to take care and wait for his recovery”


    Looking at her sweaty face, Homer said with a grateful look, “Nikita, thank you. You saved him again.”


    “It’s nothing.” Nikita wiped her sweat. The tissue was soaked with her sweat. She threw it into the trash


    can aside and said lightly. “Malcolm’s health won’t be a problem for a while. I’ll leave now. Call me if


    you need anything”


    Homer, knowing her character, nodded and said, ‘I’ll see you off then.”


    “No need. You stay with Malcolm. I’ll take a taxi back myself.” Nikita took off her surgical gown and


    threw it in the trash can with her mask and hat. When she was done, she turned and headed for the


    elevator around the corner in the hallway.


    Her pace was fast.


    In the blink of an eye, she was a long way out.


    In the operating room, a few more people came out one after another.


    In the lead were Dr. Charles and Director Frank


    Several doctors and nurses followed behind them.


    Dr. Charles came out of the operating room, took off his mask, looked around, and his face changed at


    once.


    He hurriedly asked Homer, “Where’s Miss Swift? Howe I don’t see her in person?”


    “Nikita has already left. Seeing that Dr. Charles seemed to be looking for Nikita for something, Homer


    asked, “Do you have something?”


    “What? She’s already gone?!” Dr. Charles’ face changed. He shouted in a hurry. “Why did she just


    leave? I still have something to say to her! Why is she in such a hurry to leave? I still want to invite her


    to have dinner with me tonight!”


    “She just left. But I don’t think she’s…”


    Before he could finish his sentence, Homer saw Dr. Charles, an old man of nearly seventy years old,


    with his hair all gray and walking a bit hobbled, leap out like a gust of wind.


    In the blink of an eye, Dr. Charles had already entered the elevator.


    Homer, “…”


    Is this Dr. Charles really a big shot at the National Medical College?’


    ‘He doesn’t look serious.


    Nikita just got out of the elevator.


    “Miss Swift! Miss Swift!” Dr. Charles ran out of the other elevator, gasping for breath.


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    Nikita froze and turned her head.


    Dr. Charles ran up to her, gasping, looking exhausted. His face was red. His breath was unsteady as


    he said, “Miss Swift! It’s gettingte. Why don’t we have dinner together?”


    “I’ve booked a private room at Ramada za. I haven’t been able to properly apologize to you for what


    happenedst time. So, I hope you can give me a chance.”