Rebirth Into My Second Chance

The hunger that had been gnawing at me vanished in an instant.

About thirty minutes later, the nurses emerged, their faces a blend of sympathy as they patted my shoulder. "Chat with Dr. Hilton later, will you? We really don't think you did anything wrong during the surgery." "Yeah, why would he kick you out just as you were finishing up? It's like walking on eggshells around him."

"Is there a chance that Dr. Hilton has a soft spot? Maybe he wanted you to grab some lunch first? It's your first time under his wing, after all."

I frowned slightly. Max suggesting I go eat lunch seemed unlikely. His direct approach to send me away didn't seem to fit his style.

With everyone bustling around the operating table, it didn't seem right for me to be the only one heading out for a meal.

"I'll wait here for Dr. Hilton. You guys go ahead and eat."

Once they left, Max appeared, removing his surgical cap and looking at me. "Why haven't you gone for lunch?"

I blinked, surprised. Was he really sending me out to eat?

"I was hoping to discuss today's surgery with you," I said, forcing a smile.

"Sure. We can talk over lunch."

He led the way to the cafeteria, not looking for any special treatment, and picked whatever was available, just like everyone else. After getting our food, we sat down to eat.

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