Master Blair's Fiery Pursuit

Mable immediately changed her clothes and rushed to the hospital.

Once there, she first looked at the patient's case for the past two days before heading to the ward with Ethan.

Mable was about to examine the patient when a woman standing by the bed rushed up to stop her.

"Ethan, is this the professor you were talking about?"

Hannah pointed at Mable with distrust.

Ethan nodded and introduced, "Yes, this is Professor Mable Jefferson. The main surgeon who operated on Jacob."

"Her? What a joke!" Hannah put her hands on her waist. She was angry and anxious.

Doctors who became professors were at least 40 years old. Mable looked about the same age as her, so how good could her medical skills be? Hannah pointed at Mable, so angry that her face turned red. "Ethan, how could you let someone so young operate on Jacob?!"

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The man on the bed suddenly spoke hoarsely.

"Jacob, you're awake." Hannah quickly walked to the bedside with concern.

As the surgery was just a few days ago, Jacob was still a little weak. Moreover, he suddenly had a fever today, so his mind was even more groggy.

Hannah's heart ached when she saw him suffering.

"I'm telling you now. I won't let you off the hook if anything bad happens to Jacob!"

"Hannah, Professor Jefferson and I knew each other before this and even worked together. In terms of medical skills, I've never seen anyone more professional than her. Even my mentor was instructed by her."

Ethan looked seriously at Hannah as he spoke sternly.

"The surgery Professor Jefferson did for Jacob was very successful, and the postoperative conditions were as expected. If she could not save him, no one in this world can!"

Ethan had witnessed Mable save lives. She used her scalpel to bring many people back from the verge of death.

The video of every surgery she did would be kept on file. Countless peers would compete to observe and learn from her.

Ethan thought Mable was the epitome of excellence in this field. She was the direction medical professionals like them should constantly work toward.

She deserved to be respected by everyone.

Especially the patients.

Therefore, Ethan stood up for Mable when Hannah questioned her.

Mable looked indifferently at Hannah. "Miss, if you don't let me see the patient, I'll be leaving."

Jacob looked at Hannah. "Hannah, apologize to Professor Jefferson!"

Before the surgery, Ethan had told him that Mable was excellent and that her medical skills were not to be questioned.

Hannah and Ethan were privately acquainted, so she knew how good his medical skills were. Someone recognized by him must be highly skilled. It seemed she misunderstood.

With that thought, Hannah also felt that she was too rude just now.

She bowed her head slightly at Mable and apologized, "I'm sorry, Professor Jefferson."

Mable nodded slightly and took out her stethoscope to start examining Jacob.

The surgical wound was not infected, indicating that the fever was not from inflammation.

Mable took Jacob's pulse and adjusted his medication accordingly.

"Given his current condition, he should not be taking fever-reducing medication. His temperature isn't too high, so let's do physical cooling for him first. Measure his temperature every hour and call me if his temperature doesn't come down in five hours..."

Mable wrote the medical record while saying to Ethan.

After the checkup, she had the nurse check Jacob's blood.

When they exited the ward, Ethan said to Mable, "Jacob, Hannah, and I are neighbors who grew up together. Hannah likes Jacob, so she becomes irrational when it comes to him. She doesn't mean bad, though, so don't take it to heart."

Mable grinned. "I can tell that Ms. Thompson is completely infatuated with Mr. Murphy."

Ethan sighed.

Everyone in Richworth knew Hannah liked Jacob. Unfortunately, he was a dense blockhead who remained clueless.

After finishing work at the hospital, Mable received a message from Blair. He was asking her what she wanted for dinner.

Mable thought it through before telling him she had asked Tracey to go shopping. They would be having dinner together too, so she would not go home for dinner.

After replying to Blair, Mable called Tracey.

"Tracey, let's have fondue tonight. It'll be my treat! I'll send you the location."

Mable left the hospital after making plans with Tracey.

She took an Uber to the restaurant. However, it did not take long for her to realize she was being followed.