She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor - Chapter 63

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She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor - Chapter 63

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She has been married to Waylon Lewis for three years. He is busy with work, and
although she perso nally prepares three meals a day waiting for him to come home and
eat, opportunities to sit and eat together are few and far between.
Sometimes she would pack the meals in an insulated box and deliver them to his office,
but usually, she couldn’t even see him.
It was rare to sit down formally and have a meal together like this, which actually made
her feel a bit uneasy.
Waylon Lewis noticed she wasn’t eating, raised his eyes to look at her deeply, and
reminded, “Eat.”
Hope Williams came back to her senses, responded softly, and started eating. Whether
it was the reason for the restaurant or something else, every dish that came up suited
Hope’s taste perfectly, as if it had been prepared with her in mind, avoiding all her
dislikes.
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“Does it suit your tast e?”
“Not bad.”
“By the way.” Not forgetting the main agenda even while eating, Hope planned to talk to
Waylon about Grandpa Lewis’s illness today. After all, it was on his request that she
was to treat the old man, and Hope hadn’t forgotten, “When will you take me to see
Grandpa?”
Waylon put down his chopsticks, remained silent for a moment, and asked, “When do
you want?”
“As soon as possible. Grandpa’s illness really can’t be delayed. The last time I went to
the Lewis Family, you wouldn’t let me see Grandpa. I could only ascertain that his
condition had worsened but couldn’t determine his current symptoms, making it
impossible to proceed with treatment.”
“Tonight?”

Hope mentally reviewed her surgery schedule for the afternoon, confirmed there was no
conflict, and nodded, “Okay.”
“Shall I pick you up?”
Hope raised her eyebrows in question, “Aren’t you busy?”
“For this, I have time!”
“…” Hope thought Waylon seemed to have a lot more free time recently. She nodded,
thinking that if he picked her up to go to the Lewis Family, she could avoid many
unnecessary troubles, so she agreed.
“What time do the kids get out of school?” Waylon asked in a calm tone, as if casually
bringing up the question.
A strange shiver went through Hope’s mind, and her gaze froze for two seconds without
control.
Even though his tone was calm, without any malice, Hope had repeatedly told herself,
yet this matter was still like an unremovable thorn. Mentioning it made Hope’s heart
tremble.
Hope’s expression changed slightly, but she quickly regained compos ure and buried her
head in her food, “Four - thirty.”
Waylon didn’t miss the tremor in Hope’s eyes and said nothing more.
The two of them had a rare harmonious lunch, and at the end, Hope received a call
from the hospital saying a patient had an emergency, s o she told Waylon and returned
to the hospital directly.
As soon as she arrived at the hospital, she was told that Vice Chancellor Wood wanted
her in the office immediately. Hope frowned, “I have surgery.”
“Vice Chancellor Wood said to let another doctor d o it. He wants you in his office right
away.”
Hope’s eyes glimmered coldly, continuing her pre - surgery preparations, coldly replied,
“Do you think anything is more important than the patient’s life?”
The patient was already on the operating table and anest hetized; the surgery couldn’t
be stopped. No matter how important the issue, it had to wait until she finished the
surgery first.
“But… Dr. Williams…”

Hope entered the medical access hallway directly without looking back.
Three hours later, the surgery end ed.
Hope barely had time to relax when the nurse from before urgently came back, urging
her to go to Vice Chancellor Wood’s office again.
Hope washed her hands, raised her neatly trimmed eyebrows slightly, her voice
somewhat hoarse, “Got it.”
Vice Chancell or Wood’s office.
Hope politely knocked on the office door. She knew that Vice Chancellor Wood was
Aurora Wood’s father, but had no connection with him, working so seldom together that
until she entered the office and saw the people inside, she roughly und erstood why she
had been called.
Hope’s hand lightly clenched, her expression calm and unfazed.
On the office sofa, Vice Chancellor Wood sat impressively in the middle, and next to
him was Beau Harrison. On a single sofa sat an elder with a stern expression whom
Hope had seen at the Lewis Family. He was Elder Murphy, whom Joy Ward bragged
about every day, and coincidentally, Joy was also sitting nearby.
The two women exchanged glances, Joy giving a provocative smile.
Their collective gaze was cold and focused on her, resembling a courtroom trial. Hope
couldn’t help but curl her lips in a sarcastic smi le.
It seemed someone was eager to see her removed from her position as department
head before she even had a chance to settle in.
“Did you guys need something from me?”
Her voice was flat, her expression indifferent, and facing this setup, she seemed to n ot
understand the situation at all.
But rather than ask Vice Chancellor Wood directly what he wanted from her, she
addressed everyone.
Vice Chancellor Wood’s composed gaze lingered quietly on Hope, his inherently
authoritative face carrying a hint of anger directly at her.
Hope’s expression stayed cool as she sat on the single sofa beside, crossing her
elegant legs, her lips slightly curved upward, as relaxed as if she was at home. That

faint upward curve appeared harmless but invisibly clashed with the ten se atmosphere
in the room.
Seeing her act this way, they became angrier.
Hope’s eyes darted to the clock on the wall, wondering how long they planned to glare
at her. She blinked lightly, reminding them, “If you have something to say, say it
quickly.” She raised her wrist indicating her watch, “Get to the point, I clock out in ten
minutes.”
Their faces turned dark with fury.
Could she truly not see what was happening? They had been waiting for her to finish
surgery all this time, finally getting her presenc e here, and now she was thinking about
leaving on time. Clearly implying, don’t keep me from leaving work.
Vice Chancellor Wood, furrowing his brows heavily, sipped from his teacup at a leisurely
pace, placing it back heavily on the table to show his displ easure.
Hope kept her face neutral, slightly arching her delicate eyebrows without any
disturbance.
“Are you Hope Williams? In just three months, you managed to get Director Woods to
bypass protocol and promote you to department head. You’re quite capable, aren’t you?
Do you know that doctor promotions in our hospital always require reviews and votes by
department heads and directors?”
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