It had been a while since Luna Davenhart was able to do the normal routines a doctor should do. As she got more popular for her medicinal skills, the cases she had to handle were extremely severe. She was traveling around the world to reach out to those who needed her. It had been one hell of an adventure for her going through everything she had been through. Even if she loved the job, the exhausting non-scheduled schedule wore her out. To be back in a hospital wearing scrubs, having a schedule, seemed like heaven to her.
Luna Davenhart drove her car to the hospital. Her shift was a bit long, yet it wasn't that hectic. She entered the building just as she parked her car. She went straight to the manager's cabin. After all, it was a formality. She had to meet him before she started her duties.
"Hello, sir," she said as she entered the cabin. Her clothing was so non-profiled, which was indeed very appropriate for the hospital. But even in such simple clothes, she seemed to pull that powerful aura. And her beauty seemed to be unrivaled. One could simply imagine how she would look if she prepared herself.
"Welcome, doctor. Wait a minute, please." After his request for her to stay put, he called for Zoe Grant. "She is a really capable doctor in your unit, she would be of assistance to you. She doesn't have much experience, though," he said. It felt right to provide her with an assistant. Zoe Grant was someone who he felt would be able to handle her.
"Well, thank you,, sir." As Luna Davenhart expressed her gratitude, a petite girl with well-defined features entered. She didn't feel the need for her to have an assistant. It was indeed true that she had a small group dedicated for her, to help her handle the cases and take care of the patients. But that didn't mean she couldn't work without help, she was pretty sure that there wouldn't be any cases here for which she would need the help of an assistant.
"This is the person I told you about." He then turned to that petite figure. "Dr. Grant, I want you to assist Dr. Davenhart in all possible ways from now on and show her around," he instructed her.
They left the cabin soon enough to get to their work.
"Nice to meet you. I'm Zoe Grant, and you can call me Dr. Grant. I'll show you around," she seemed the enthusiastic, warm sort of person. It almost felt like she would be working with a child.
"As you heard, I'm Luna Davenhart. Let's make our cooperation a happy one," she replied. She felt that Zoe Grant was a nice person. It seemed that she wouldn't have to put on a cold or distant exterior to her. Not that she preferred to put on such an exterior either.
"It all seems to be occupied by, you know, affluent people." Luna Davenhart asked. This hospital definitely had memories for her.
"Well, of course, even if normal people came here, it is mostly preferred by opulent people, and you are assigned to this floor, which indeed is booked for such people." Zoe Grant explained.
"I didn't get it. I'm supposed to be a consultant? How am I supposed to, you know, be in charge of this section?" Luna Davenhart wondered. She knew a variety of systems, but this seemed totally different. Maybe her break from such normal systems had been long enough for her not to understand the new one.
"You're not exactly wrong. You are in charge, but not in charge. There are doctors and faculty who are taking care of the patients here. When they get severe, you just have to consult if they need surgery and participate if necessary. But we just don't go to such measures until it's absolutely necessary. The doctors here are top notch." Zoe Grant cleared up the things she was unsure about.
They were walking down the corridor when Luna Davenhart noticed that the room around the corner felt special; it seemed decorated and all.
"Why is this room adorned? It's a hospital, not a hotel, is it?" It isn't that out of place for people to send get-well-soon gifts to patients, but that room seemed special. The flowers and other things weren't just placed but arranged very carefully. Doctors overseas hated such things, they were afraid that all this could affect the patient's recovery.
"The room you mentioned is occupied by someone very important to the Blackthorne family. No one questions them." Zoe Grant replied in a matter-of-fact tone.
The Blackthorne family had been one of the most powerful and influential back then and even now. So it wasn't that weird if their power was visible even in a not-so-right place for it.
"The one who is diagnosing that patient now is the surgeon who is kind of the real in charge, Dr. Benjamin Rhodes." Zoe Grant said, pointing to a male doctor who was checking the vitals of a patient.
"Let's meet him then." Luna Davenhart said.
Both of them went near him. She was going to work with all of them, even if it was for a short while. There was no point in ignoring them.
"Hello, doctor. I'm Luna Davenhart, the newly joined surgery consultant." But the doctor neglected her presence and started assessing the vitals.
"The test results would be here in a few minutes, doctor." The nurse who was assisting him reported.
"I guess there would be no need. I'm sure it's fibromyalgia," the doctor concluded. The staff around him were astonished by his talent.
"I don't think so." Luna Davenhart interrupted him. Everyone, including Zoe Grant, was flabbergasted. Even if she was a doctor, no one ever dared to question Dr. Benjamin Rhodes. He was one of the most experienced and exceptional doctors in the hospital.
"What do you think it is then?" Dr. Benjamin Rhodes asked her curiously. He wondered if the skill of someone who had just arrived could match his experience and talent.
"Well, it's sero-negative rheumatoid arthritis, often misdiagnosed as fibromyalgia." Luna Davenhart replied, without even getting a detailed analysis. It wasn't rare for sero-negative rheumatoid arthritis to be misdiagnosed as fibromyalgia.
Suddenly, a staff member entered the room.
"Sir, it's his results," he said and returned. Everyone was, by that time, curious to know whose diagnosis was indeed the right one. Luna Davenhart had unknowingly provoked the 'one who cannot be named' and raised a challenge. After all, whatever it was, they knew for sure it wouldn't end well.
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