Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 45

"It's a private hospital's address!"

Camila Davis was a little taken aback. "Did you send this to the wrong person? I thought it was supposed to be the research center?"

Walter Wilson didn't even blink. "Nope, that's the right address."

He seemed to anticipate her next question and explained, "Do you have any idea how expensive it is to run a lab these days? Most of our annual budget gets sucked into that black hole. Sometimes, the research drags on and on—it's like throwing cash into a wishing well and never hearing a splash."

He shrugged, as if the solution was obvious. "So, to save a bit, starting today, I want you to spend a few hours each day at this place, seeing patients. It's Wilson Group's hospital—deals with all sorts of tough medical cases. They’re short-staffed, and frankly, your skills are wasted locked up in the lab!"

Camila couldn’t help but laugh. "Wow, you really don’t hold back. You want me pulling double shifts, treating me like a pack mule!"

She said it jokingly, but she didn’t actually refuse. Keeping busy sounded like a good idea. It helped keep her mind off things she’d rather not think about.

It wasn’t long before Camila got up, washed, ate pancakes and eggs with Lillian, then slipped into a crisp blazer and headed out to work.

When she arrived at Wilson Hospital, Walter was already waiting. He was easy to spot—tall, calm, and sharply dressed in a tailored charcoal suit.

Camila strode over and greeted him. "Morning!"

Walter glanced at his watch, lifted his chin. "Not bad, on time. Come on, I’ll show you to your new office."

"Lead the way," Camila replied, following him.

The job had come out of nowhere, but Walter clearly wasn’t planning to shortchange her. The consulting suite he’d arranged was bright and spacious, equipped with every medical gadget she could think of. There was even a nameplate on the desk, ready to go.

Camila looked around, impressed, but paused at the nameplate. "Who’s ‘D. Hospital’? That can’t be me, right?"

Walter didn’t even look up from his phone. "Sure is. I figured you wouldn’t want to use your real name, so I just made one up. You know—‘heal the sick, help the world’ and all that. Just go with it."

Camila rolled her eyes. "Wow, could you be any more random?"

Walter ignored her sarcasm and changed the topic. "Less chit-chat, more action. Get ready and change. Your first patient’s coming soon."

"Already?" Camila was surprised, then caught on. "Wait, did you line this up before I even got here?"

"Of course. Booked last night," Walter replied, matter-of-factly. "This patient’s been struggling with a chronic illness for years. Seen every specialist from Harvard to Hopkins, still no luck. Now it’s your turn. I already took a deposit, so don’t mess this up. If you fail, we owe them a refund!"

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