Chapter 340: Chapter 336 – But Unfortunately, It’s Not

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Over at Richelie Dunn’s end, she was genuinely busy.

Since she, her master, and the medical team had landed, there had been no respite from the flood of critically injured patients brought in for emergency care and surgery.

When she texted back Roy Lewis, it was right after she had come off the operating table, having not even had a chance to take a sip of water. Seeing that her phone briefly had a signal, she quickly sent a response.

After sending her response, the signal cut off again.

Like the other medical staff who were rotated out, she collapsed in the corridor of the ER, her head resting against the wall, closing her eyes to take a brief reprieve.

But even when she was this worn-out, the image of Roy and that beautiful young woman wouldn’t leave her alone, circling in her mind like a movie on repeat.

Damn it!

Richelie muttered inwardly, opened her eyes, propped herself up, and stood.

“Dr. Dunn, you haven’t had anything to eat yet, have you?”

Richelle had gone straight into the OR as soon as she landed and hadn’t had any food or drink since then. So when she stood up, her legs felt weak, and she quickly reached out to steady herself against the wall, while her other arm was grabbed in time by someone else.

A deep voice said, “Be careful!”

Richelle paused, shook her head to dispel the illusion in her mind, before turning around to give a grateful smile to the man who had lent her a timely hand.

“Thanks, Professor Quigley!”

Jack Quigely was still supporting her arm, his dark eyes looking at her with

concern.

“You look pale, can you walk?”

Richelle managed to squeeze out a smile, “I’m just hungry. I’ll sit over there for

a bit, and after eating something, I’ll be fine.”

After saying that, she gently shook her arm to remind him to let her go.

But Jack Quigley seemed as though he didn’t get her hint. He switched hands and supported her arm with his other hand, which freed up his previous hand to gently guide her by the shoulder.

“Let’s go; I’ll help you get there.”

Richelle was about to refuse, but when she took a step forward, her legs started

to tremble.

With no other alternative, she weakly leaned on Jack Quigley as he slowly

helped her to the rest area.

Her moment of shock just now was due to the fact that Jack Quigley’s voice was strangely similar to Roy Lewis’s.

Furthermore, during their short but seemingly lengthy walk to the rest area, she realized that Jack Quigley had a similar aura and vibe to Roy Lewis.

Richelle didn’t know if this was just her own illusion or if she had mistaken the tiny similarities for Roy Lewis because she missed him.

However, without a doubt, it wasn’t him.

Richelle sighed softly as she sank onto a chair.

However, as if he had heard her sigh, Jack Quigley bent over to study her face with careful scrutiny.

“What’S the matter? Feeling uncomfortable somewhere? And may I check on you?”

Richelle was indeed uncomfortable, but it was a discomfort that, unfortunately, even Jack Quigley, a professor of medicine, couldn’t cure.

“I’m fine, Professor Quigley, you should get back to your work.”

Still, Jack Quigley felt uneasy. He took her wrist and checked her pulse, before finally leaving.

Richelle planned to rest for a while before getting food, but before she got her bearings, Jack Quigley returned.

He handed her the food he was carrying, “Drink some milk and eat a bread first. Wait until you feel better before eating anything else.

Richelle paused again but quickly accepted the food and said, “Thankyou, Professor Quigley.”

When Richelle took her portion, Jack Quigley sat down in the chair next to hers. Richelle glanced at him and saw that he also had the same food in his other hand.

“Professor Quigley, you haven’t eaten either?”

After asking, she immediately realized how foolish the question was.

Their medical team comprised of top-notch individuals. All of them went straight to the operating rooms upon landing.

If she was busy until now, no doubt Jack Quigley was in the same situation.

However, Jack Quigley didn’t say anything and merely nodded lightly.

“Yeah.”

Embarrassed to say anything else, Richelle inserted the straw into the box and started to drink her milk.

“I heard it from Master Seaton, you’re planning to settle in Kindur?”

Surprised, Richelle raised her head, “Yes!”

Jack Quigley was the youngest and most talented associate professor at her medical school when she was studying, and she had taken his courses. However, she didn’t have much interaction with him outside of class.

Thus, his sudden interest in her personal affairs was quite surprising.

However, considering it was her private matter, she didn’t intend to discuss it further.

But, Jack Quigley turned to her, “What a pity…”

Richelle smiled politely at him, “Nothing to feel regretful about. Wherever I

am, it’s all the same.”

Jack Quigley however shook his head, “How could it be the same? Perhaps you don’t know, those of us who are barely your seniors, think that you would soon take over the mantle of Master Seaton.”

Richelle had heard similar remarks before.

Nonetheless, she was not the type to change her decisions for these reasons. -My master is still young, it’s too early to talk of succession. And besides, out of all the disciples, I’m the youngest. So, in any case, that mantle wouldn’t fall on me.”

Richelle didn’t have a particularly strong passion for her profession, rather, her heart was simply and inherently interested in medicine.

So, accolades such as being an ‘expert’ or being ‘the esteemed disciple of Master Seaton1 were just empty titles to her.

Whether she was in South Asia or Kindur, what she should do and could do wouldn’t change.

Jack Quigley listened to her, shook his head slightly.

“Your master isn’t wrong; you really don’t give your talent the attention it

deserves..”