After they finished their reports and collected all necessary evidence, the police departed.

Katelyn then turned to Marcia, asking softly, “Are you okay?”

Marcia was visibly still rattled, her nerves on edge.

Katelyn handed her a cup of hot coffee, which Marcia took with a quiet “Thank you.”

Known as a respected doctor, Katelyn’s compassionate gesture deeply touched Marcia. Though not everyone was aware of Katelyn’s true role, those within the hospital were. The warm coffee helped Marcia feel a little more settled.

At that moment, Aimee approached Katelyn, her voice filled with concern as she said, “Put your shoes on!”

Even though it wasn’t chilly in the hospital, Katelyn was still a patient, and it wasn’t good to walk around barefoot.

Katelyn responded with a gentle smile, “It’s alright.” Nevertheless, she accepted the shoes Aimee offered and slipped them on.

Katelyn then grabbed some disinfectant to clean the cut on Marcia’s neck.

Suddenly, a doctor hurried over, his face etched with urgency.

“There’s a problem in the operating room!”

Katelyn rose to her feet, handing the iodine over to Marcia.

“Here, you can apply this yourself.” She then hurriedly followed the doctor toward the operating room.

Watching her go, Aimee called out with concern, “You haven’t even eaten breakfast yet!” Her anxiety was noticeable. What was going on?

Since early morning, Katelyn had been entangled with Zayden and Wrenley’s drama, and just as that seemed to resolve, she was called to the operating room.

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Marcia exhaled a soft sigh, commenting, “Hades never rests!”

It was well-known throughout the hospital that Katelyn was Hades—the renowned healer, and her relentless work ethic was widely respected. Truly, Katelyn was remarkable.

Aimee resettled into a nearby chair, turning her attention to Marcia.

“Make sure to tend to the injuries on your neck and face as well. We wouldn’t want them to scar.”

Scars were a significant concern, especially for a young woman.

Marcia nodded, expressing her gratitude.

“Thank you, Aimee.”

Upon entering the operating room, Katelyn was met with a brutal scene: the room was covered in blood, and a female patient lay on the table, vomiting blood violently. If she continued down this path, it could eventually cost her life.

The relief in the other doctors’ eyes was evident as soon as they saw Katelyn enter.

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