Chapter 70 What’s Her Attitude?
Yet Isolde seemed oblivious to the pain, her grip tightening on the rose.
Celeste stood nearby, noticing the blood dripping onto the floor. She spoke up, “Be careful, Isolde. The rose is laced with poison. If the thorns are embedded in your hand, it’ll release toxins into your bloodstream, causing your whole body to itch.” Isolde quickly tossed the rose aside, yanking the thorn from her finger as she moved to tend to it. She looked at Celeste and asked, “How do I neutralize the poison?”
Celeste clicked her tongue and shook her head. “Isolde, Wesley is known for studying all kinds of herbs, but as his student, you seem completely clueless. You couldn’t even recognize the poison in the flower, and now you don’t even know what antidote is needed? Maybe it’s best you stop calling yourself his apprentice when you go out. It’s embarrassing for him.”
After finishing her remark, Celeste pulled a pill from her bag and walked over to Isolde. Without hesitation, she placed it in her mouth. A strong, bitter herbal taste filled her senses as soon as it dissolved.
She grimaced, fighting the urge to gag. “What did you just make me swallow?”
Celeste rolled her eyes, her tone dripping with disdain. “It’s the antidote. Can’t you even recognize that?”
Celeste wondered, ‘I’m starting to wonder what Isolde learned from Wesley during her four years in university. She can’t even identify herbs, let alone recognize the medicine before her. How is she considered one of the top surgeons?‘
‘Maybe she doesn’t understand traditional practices or only knows modern practices. But wait, wasn’t she supposed to be studying both? So, what’s going on? Is she just that clueless?‘
Celeste couldn’t help but shake her head at the thought of it. Looking directly at Isolde, she said, “Now that you’ve taken the antidote, I’ll go ahead and get changed.”
With those words, Celeste left, disappearing just as Isolde was about to explode with frustration.
After Celeste left, Isolde glared at her bleeding hand, her anger boiling over as she hurled the water cup across the room, shattering it on the floor.
Isolde thought, ‘Who does Celeste think she is? Isolde fumed internally. How dare she speak to me with such a condescending tone? She had better remember; she’s interning under me now. She’d better start listening if she doesn’t want her internship grade to be zero. Otherwise, I don’t care who she is–I’ll make sure she fails.”
Taking a deep breath, Isolde called the cleaning lady to tidy the office.
*****
After leaving Isolde’s office, Celeste went to the changing room to get dressed. After changing, she received a call from Marcus. She grabbed her phone and walked to the empty stairwell to answer.
“Hello?”
“I need a translator. Do you have time?”
Celeste hummed in response, “I don’t have anything urgent right now. Just bring the phone closer to your computer, and I’ll translate for you.”
“Great.”
Marcus placed his phone beside the computer and started a video conference with the client.
Celeste stood at the stairwell, listening attentively. Once she had finished, she began translating Marcus’s words. Afterward, Celeste moved on to translate the response from the other party. Holding the phone in one hand, she worked nonstop, wholly absorbed in the task.
After about half an hour, Celeste finally finished translating. She sighed and said, “If you’re all set, I’ll head to my internship
now.”
“Thanks for your hard work. How about I cook you a nice meal tonight to reward you?”
She figured the nice meal he referred to was probably steak–after all, Marcus had mentioned before that steak was the only dish he could cook.
“I want my steak well–done,” Celeste said. Then, pausing for a moment before adding, “And a bottle of ’82 Lafite, please. It’s my favorite wine.”
“Alright.”
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After their exchange, Celeste ended the call and returned to Isolde’s off
When Celeste returned, Isolde had Sean prepare the patient’s medical records.
Upon seeing Celeste, Isolde’s voice was tinged with displeasure. “Celeste, where have you been slacking off during your internship?”
Chapter 70 What’s Her Attitude?
Celeste met Isolde’s pointed gaze, her expression neutral as she replied, “I wasn’t slacking off, I just had something to take care of.”
Isolde said, “I don’t care if you’re slacking off or have something to handle. If I don’t see you working during your internship, I’ll make sure to note it in your report.”
Celeste remained silent, clearly unfazed by the remark.
“Do as you wish,” Celeste said dismissively. She thought, ‘Even if I stay in front of her all day, she still won’t let me pass this internship. Let her write whatever she wants in the report. It won’t matter in the end because I’ll have Wesley redo my evaluation.‘
Isolde looked at Celeste with a cold attitude, her face subtly showing signs of displeasure.
“Celeste, it seems like you don’t want me to supervise you. If that’s the case, feel free to speak up, and I can arrange for another doctor to take over your internship.”
Celeste, unwilling to engage with Isolde’s provocations, walked over to Sean and sat down beside him, grabbing the patient file nearby and beginning to flip through it.
Isolde’s anger flared as she watched Celeste’s indifference. She thought, ‘What kind of attitude is this?”
“Celeste, Sean can handle the patient records on his own. We have other matters to attend to,” Isolde said, her tone firm.
Celeste nodded as she set the patient files down and looked at Isolde. “I’m curious, Dr. Huxley, what would you like me to do for you?”
“Follow me,” Isolde replied, turning towards the back.
Celeste stood up, following Isolde steadily as they made their way to the room filled with herbs.
“I noticed you seem quite familiar with herbal medicine,” Isolde said with a sharp look. “So, today your task is to organize all these herbs into the drawer over there. It’s much easier than reviewing or writing patient files, and I think it’s a perfect task for someone like you.”
Celeste thought, ‘There are over a thousand herbs here. Let’s see if I can organize them all properly. If I don’t, I guess I’m not leaving today.‘
Celeste honestly had a passion for traditional medicine, so when Isolde assigned her the task of organizing the herbs, she didn’t hesitate to accept.
“I’ll make sure it’s well–organized,” Celeste said.
“Good. I appreciate your help,” Isolde replied, before turning and leaving the warehouse where Celeste was working. She even closed the door behind her on the way out.
Celeste cautiously checked the door, ensuring Isolde hadn’t secretly locked it. Once she confirmed it was safe, she returned to the warehouse to continue organizing the herbs.
Outside, Isolde told the warehouse attendant, “Please ensure to lock up the warehouse by 5 PM.”
The attendant nodded in acknowledgment, and Isolde turned to leave.
Isolde thought, ‘This herbal warehouse is not far from the morgue, and no one ever comes here. If Celeste gets locked in here overnight, she’d either freeze to death or be scared out of her mind. So this is the consequence of crossing me.’
With a cold snort, Isolde walked back to her office, in a surprisingly good mood.
Once she left, Celeste focused on organizing the herbs. Before she knew it, it was already lunchtime. She quickly grabbed a bite at the cafeteria before returning to the warehouse to continue sorting the herbs.
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