The Jerk Billionaire And His Doctor Wife

5.Almost Puke

A knock came on my cabinet door while I was reviewing the reports. "Come in."

The door opened a second later and a nurse of my department entered inside halting near my desk.

"Dr.Shalifa." She greeted placing the reports on the desk.

Then someone knocks on the door and a ward boy was standing at the door frame. " Dr.Shalifa. Dean requests your presence."

"Okay." I nodded getting up from the chair.

"Pass this report to Dr.Shelby." I handed the report I was reviewing a moment ago to the nurse and strode out the door walking to the dean's office.

I walked straight to the hallway and turned left to the elevator. I was about to enter the elevator when a nurse called me.

"Dr.Shalifa. Here is the report of the patient in room no 608." She said in a go while trying to breathe at the same time.

I hold the reports in my hand and read the contents inside. I then glanced at the nurse who seemed to be flustered and did not make eye contact with me.

"Sorry. I was late." She looked at the floor beneath her and admitted her wrong.

"Next time be confident while doing your job." I advised looking at the young nurse who has been recently appointed.

"Reduce the medicine by 2 dozes and monitor his heartbeat." I passed the reports back to her and nodded entering the elevator.

I stepped out of the elevator when I reached the 9th floor and turned right to the deans' office. I stopped outside a metal door with the dean's office printed on the metal plate and knocked on it.

"Enter." A low voice came from the room and I opened the door entering inside.

Henry Garrison, the dean was behind the desk going through some papers and when I pulled the chair at right to sit down he glanced at me and continue checking the papers.

"Morning Dean." I greeted politely once I sat down comfortably.

"Morning." He mumbled signing the paper and placed it at the side.

"Mr.Long called a while ago praising you for your good work. Also, he asked me about your contact information. He will contact you soon." He said while searching for a report on the drawer of his desk.

"Thank you, dean." Mr.Long is the patient family who is the top businessman in China whose daughter's surgery was performed by me.

"Here is the report of the patient who was admitted last week. We have kept him in under observation and here is his report." He opened the file and placed it in front of me.

He leaned his back comfortably on the chair and looked straight at me. I pulled the file a bit closer and go through the report.

"His condition is degrading day by day." I frowned looking at the daily report for the past six days.

"You got it correct." Dean placed his spectacles on the desk and grabbed the file back.

"When is the surgery?" I asked glancing at the file which is now closed.

"There is no surgery. His parents do not want a disabled son." Dean sighed placing the file back in the drawer.

"Is he not from the well off family?" As far as I remembered the patient is an athlete.

"He is the champion of the national junior swimming competition. Poor boy being a 17 year old he couldn't take his own decision." I saw admiration in his eyes while he talked about the patient and I felt that he is someone the dean is close to.