Chapter 177 – Second Chance Love of the Missing Groom Novel

The old man said then, “Come to my office.”

Seeing that she had a chance now, Abigail naturally followed chipperly.

The interviewer turned to look at her just then-he was in his forties, and he had chiseled facial features and a sharp glare, which naturally discouraged anyone from holding his gaze.

Abigail kept her head down as well. It was the first time she felt utterly intimidated by another person.

They soon arrived at the chief’s hospital, and the old man told the interviewer, “You can go about your business, Stephen. I’m just having a few words with her.”

With that, Stephen Carr quietly left, while the old man said, “Please have a seat.”

After Abigail did so, the old man asked, “Since you’ve come for an interview here, would you happen to know our specialty?”

Abigail certainly did since she had done her homework!

Abigail’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?” Abigail 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?’ Abigail thought to herself then.

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

“Cardiology. I’m willing to start as an intern,” Abigail 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, Abigail’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, Abigail 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 Abigail 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.

“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?”

Abigail 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 Abigail 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 Abigail with her might ease his poker face a little.

“Yes, I accept the offer,” Abigail 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, Abigail 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.”

Abigail was speechless.

How was this getting hired through the back door? Did she not impress the hospital chief with her own. expertise and earn the chance herself?

Nonetheless, Stephen left with those words, leaving her alone and sulking.

She felt conflicted at the thought that he would be the one instructing her from now on, but she did not. want to give up on her dreams either.

Breathing a long sigh, she thought to herself that life was going to be hard from now on.

Even so, she could take anything as long as she got to learn from him-once she could stand on her own, he would be a distant memory.

Leaving the hospital and returning to the car, she told Jimmy the chauffeur, “Let’s go to the grocery store.”

She was very pleased to have succeeded in the interview, and wanted to cook something. She also thought that it was great that she chose to be a doctor-she knew what to cook for Diarmuid to help with his recovery.

“Of course,” Jimmy replied.

They were soon stopping near a traffic light, when Abigail spotted Greg and Kathy stepping out of a jewelry store.

Greg actually had his hand around Kathy’s waist-it seemed that Diarmuid’s plan had gone smoothly.

If things were already going so smoothly between Greg and Kathy, Quincy would explode if she found out!

Tut, tut…

Abigail honestly thought then that Diarmuid was as cunning as he was evil.

As the light turned green, Abigail looked away as Jimmy drove off.

They headed straight home after getting the groceries, but Diarmuid was out, and did not come home even at dinnertime.

The food was getting cold, so Abigail told Mrs. Watson and Jimmy to eat with her-she had cooked a lot, and it would be wasted if they did not.

Mrs. Watson cleaned up the table afterwards while Abigail gave Tommy a bath.

Maybe it was a very good bath, and Tommy quickly fell asleep after playing a little in his crib.

Abigail left the shower to find him sound asleep, picked him up to lay him straight, and pulled his blanket over him. She gave him a soft peck on his cheek, and it felt so soft she wanted to peck him more…

Bzzt-

Her phone suddenly started to vibrate, and she picked it up. Worried that she had woken Tommy up, she stayed for a while and made sure he was not stirring before leaving the room to answer it.

It was Lulu Adams, and Abigail was quite surprised to find that she was coming over-she did not mention. it when they spoke just a couple days ago.

“When did you arrive? You could’ve told me.”

“Just today. We should meet if you’re free…”

Abigail could tell from her voice that something was up. “Sure. Where?”

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