Chapter: 1082

Of course, Norah didn't think much of Derek. She only checked on the delivery man because she couldn't stand his arrogant demeanor.

Blackmailing Derek was one thing, but doubting her medical skills was another matter entirely.

Without realizing it, she found herself in the bustling downtown area, where throngs of people and cars moved ceaselessly.

In the central square, she noticed a familiar figure sitting on a bench.

"Mr. Newman, what's wrong with you?"

Jarrod, sitting there, was clutching his stomach with both hands. He looked like he was in severe pain, sweat beading on his forehead.

Hearing Norah's question, he opened his eyes briefly before closing them again.

"Dr. Wilson... my stomach hurts..." His voice was barely audible.

“Lean back. Let me check you out."

Norah gently but firmly moved his hands away from his stomach and pressed on various spots.

"Does it hurt here? How about here?"

Jarrod nodded slightly, wincing in pain and lying on the bench, utterly drained of energy.

“I've got the medication." A young man hurried over, carrying a bag of medications and a bottle of water.

“Dr. Wilson, what brings you here?"

The young man, Jarrod's assistant, was well-acquainted with Norah.

“He has acute appendicitis. Where's the car? We need to get him to the hospital."

The assistant hastily helped Norah lift Jarrod, retrieved the car keys from his pocket, and signaled toward a Bentley parked nearby.

Norah took the keys and strode to the car.

"Come with me."

"How about I drive?" the assistant, worried about her driving skills, hesitantly suggested after getting in.

“Buckle up!"

Norah fastened her seat belt, placed her hands on the steering wheel, and remained extremely calm.

The assistant, now feeling a bit reassured by her composure, buckled himself and Jarrod in.

Since Norah was a doctor and not panicking, he believed Jarrod must be in good hands.