Chapter: 171

“Excuse me, may I know why you refused to let me perform the surgery for the patient?" Norah asked, her voice flat.

Norah's voice sounded somewhat familiar to the tattooed fat man, but he didn't dwell on it. His lips curled up in disdain as he said, "Oh, come on! Let me ask you this. How many surgeries have you performed as the chief surgeon? None, am I right? Listen up. My brother is not someone ordinary. If he dies, all of you will land in a big soup."

His words were harsh, his threat evident.

“Your brother is not an ordinary person? Well, to us medical staff, his life is equally important as anyone else's." Norah spat out frostily, “I thought you would have smartened up after being taught a lesson at Glamour Club. But it turns out you're still this arrogant and rude, Mr. Smith."

The tattooed fat man was none other than Jordy. He was that snobbish man being knocked down with a beer bottle at Glamour Club by Norah.

The man lying on the operating table was his brother.

Norah's words undoubtedly pissed Jordy off. When Jordy moved advance and noted Norah's nameplate, he froze momentarily, lost in thought.

When the realization dawned on him, his expression shifted into one of the smarmy smiles, saying, “Oh, Miss Wilson, right? I didn't recognize you with your mask on. Are you going to perform the surgery on my brother? That gives me peace of mind. I know your medical skills are absolutely top-notch."

He gave her a thumbs-up and muttered, "Thank you, Miss Wilson."

Jordy's subordinates were astonished by his sudden shift in demeanor, knowing only a few people would be treated with respect by Jordy.

Their curiosity was piqued regarding Norah's identity.

Jordy cursed inwardly. In their last encounter, Norah and Joanna had taught him a hard lesson after his failed harassment against Norah, accompanied by retaliation against his brother's company. He was punished severely for that.

However, Jordy didn't have the guts to seek revenge, as both Joanna and Bryson were not people he could mess with. Therefore, he didn't dare to disrespect Norah.

"Dr. Wilson, my brother's waiting for your treatment," Jordy said with a smile. The brightly colored tattoos he had weren't as terrifying anymore. Norah's sarcastic comments were on the tip of her tongue but she swallowed them down. Jordy was just a pretentious coward. If another doctor had been present here today, he would have successfully scared her.

No wonder Gil had remarked that today's patient was a VIP. Jordy's brother was a well-known man in Glophia. If such a person were to die in the hospital, they would be in a world of trouble.

Norah shot the smiling Jordy a glance and scoffed icily. She took Gil to the room next door for disinfection and to change into their surgical gowns, and prepared to enter the operating room.

Seeing Jordy's respectful demeanor, one recent follower of Jordy couldn't resist asking, "Mr. Smith, who is she? Isn't she just a doctor? Why are you so scared of her?"

"That's none of your business! Just remember her name and appearance. Whenever you run into her in the future, treat her with due respect. If you dare to ignore my instructions, I will beat you up!" Jordy glowered at the man.

The man's face turned white with fear as he nodded. "Yes, sir."

Jordy grasped the need to keep a low profile moving forward, lest he offend any big shot again.

In the operating room, Gil grinned as he teased, "It appears you have some pull here. Even that guy is terrified of you."

After going through the disinfection protocol, Norah changed into her surgical gown, put on her gloves and mask, and said in a muffled voice, “Gil, stop pulling my leg. Let's begin the surgery."

The operation went smoothly. Even the most complicated surgery felt like the simplest craniotomy when Norah was conducting it. The surgery took significantly less time than normal.

After the surgery, Gil and Norah strode out of the operating room.