Chapter: 891

This was why Norah didn't need to work overtime every day at the private hospital; the patient volume simply wasn't as high.

Seeing the constant flow of people, everyone understood that working at Concord Hospital would be demanding.

“Everyone, return to your rooms to unpack. We'll meet in the conference room in half an hour," the team leader directed.

Norah and Gemma, having agreed to room together, headed to the dormitory building with their suitcases and chose a room at random.

The dormitory was sparse, furnished only with two beds.

Norah was taken aback by the modest living conditions, which were less comfortable than she had expected.

Gemma, unfazed, fetched a basin of water from the washroom, pulled a handkerchief from her suitcase, and began cleaning the room.

“We're short on time. Dr. Wilson, please stand by the door; it's quite dusty in here. I'll clean up first," she instructed.

Norah extended her hand to take the broom from Gemma. “Let me help you."

Gemma sidestepped her. "No, you don't need to do anything."

Gemma quickly tidied the room, leaving Norah no opportunity to assist.

"Dr. Wilson, which bed would you prefer?"

"Either is fine."

After clearing away the dust, Gemma wiped down one of the bed frames with her damp handkerchief, a satisfied smile on her face.

“Dr. Wilson, this bed is for you. Please, make your bed. I'll finish up soon."

If it hadn't been for her concern about Norah minding the dust, Gemma would have gladly helped make the bed. She was always generous and considerate toward her friends.

“Thank you," Norah responded, her smile genuine.

Gemma's actions were heartfelt, and Norah readily accepted her kindness.

"You're welcome, Dr. Wilson. I hope we can become good friends. I did all this because I truly like you," Gemma said earnestly.

Gemma smiled and voiced her plans. "Ll finish cleaning first. We'll talk about it later."

"Okay."

In the Powell family's home, Coen ended a phone call. The news was almost too good to be true-was he really going on a business trip to Silverdale? And a chance to collaborate with a company there? Having worked at Glophia for years without notable advancement, this sudden opportunity left him stunned.

Excited, he paced back and forth with his phone in hand.

After some thought, he dialed Derek's number.