Chapter 3 Dermot Doyle

As soon as Marina finished speaking, Evelyn stepped out of the office. The two of them arrived at the emergency department soon.

A dense crowd surrounded the emergency department, and faint cries could be heard.

"Doctor, please save my husband! He's only forty-five! What am I going to do if I lose him?"

"Please calm down. We are examining your husband. We need to wait for the results to understand his condition."

Marina grabbed Evelyn's hand and pushed through the crowd. "Make way! The doctor is here."

Hearing this, the patient's family members stepped aside, and Evelyn entered the emergency department.

"What happened?" Evelyn asked directly.

The emergency medicine doctor didn't know Evelyn but saw her badge as the deputy director of the neurosurgery department, so he didn't ask further and briefed her, "Car accident. Brain hemorrhage. We're still assessing the extent of the bleeding, but it doesn't look good."

"The head CT report is out," a nurse called out, handing over the report.

The emergency medicine doctor checked the report and frowned. "He is seriously injured. There's significant bleeding. His intracranial pressure is high, leading to cerebral herniation. He needs surgery now."

Evelyn took a look and nodded. "Prepare for the surgery."

"But..." The emergency medicine doctor hesitated. "Our hospital isn't equipped to perform this type of surgery."

Cranial surgery wasn't something just anyone could perform.

"Transfer him to a higher-level hospital," he suggested.

"His cerebral herniation is compressing his respiratory center. He will die if nothing is done in half an hour. Are you sure we have time to transfer him?" Evelyn frowned.

"But we have no other choice! We don't have a surgeon who can perform this operation." He was also helpless.

"I'll do it!" she declared.

"You?" He looked at her skeptically.

He heard that a new deputy director of the neurosurgery department had been appointed. It should be the woman before him.

Could she handle it?

"Surgery? What surgery?" The patient's wife only then realized what was being discussed, her face filled with panic.

Evelyn turned to her, patiently explaining, "Ma'am, your husband's condition is very serious. He has a large amount of bleeding in his brain, and his high intracranial pressure has caused a cerebral herniation. He must undergo cranial surgery immediately."

"What?" The patient's wife gasped, "No, no, that sounds too dangerous. What if he never wakes up?"

Moreover, the doctor in front of her, though masked, sounded very young. Could she perform such a big surgery?

"Please calm down." Evelyn suddenly raised her voice, silencing everyone around.

"I understand how you feel, but we can't waste any more time. He needs surgery now. I am Dr. Kyte, the deputy director of the neurosurgery department. I will be in charge of your husband's surgery, and I assure you, I will do my utmost."

Doctors would never make certain promises, not even her.

"We've never heard of Dr. Kyte."

"You must be scaring us. How can it be that serious?"

"Doctors always trick people into unnecessary surgeries just to make more money."

The patient's wife was about to consent to the surgery but hesitated upon hearing her relatives' comments.

"Let's go to a bigger hospital," someone suggested.

"You can't!" Evelyn stopped them, her tone stern. "The nearest higher-level hospital is at least two hours away. Your husband can't wait that long!"

"Don't let her scare you."

"Who does she think she is? Whatever she says goes?"

"Let's leave now. I won't believe her unless the hospital director vouches for her."

The The patient's wife swayed. If the hospital director could vouch for her, she might trust her capability.

Evelyn felt a headache. What were these people thinking at a time like this? Time was life!

However, saving the patient was the most important thing. So, she took out her phone to call the hospital director.

"I'll vouch for her!"

A deep voice intervened, drawing everyone's attention. They turned to see a man about six feet tall, dressed in a neatly tailored black suit, radiating a commanding presence.

"I am Dermot Doyle, the CEO of the Doyle Group. I vouch for her, can it put your mind at ease?" he asked the patient's wife, his voice firm.

Evelyn was profoundly shocked. Dermot! It was her husband—no, her ex-husband, Dermot!

Confusion swirled within her as she thought, "Why is Dermot here?"

"Did he come specifically to find me?"

"Why is he looking for me?"

"To remarry?"