Saying Goodbye to My Troubles (Nydia and Mick) novel Chapter 69

Chapter 69 

Maisie had entered the hospital as a backup candidate years ago. The top three candidates had better offers, and she had simply been lucky to get the spot. 

Once she joined, she worked hard, often asking questions, and Nydia would patiently answer. 

them. 

But then Maisie crossed the line. She wanted to access the data from Nydia’s research paper, data that was the core of the study itself. Sharing it would have been tantamount to handing over the entire work. 

So, Nydia had refused without hesitation. 

Then, Maisie harbored a grudge and eventually fell prey to Mona’s manipulative schemes. 

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” Maisie cried, tears streaming down her face as remorse consumed 

her. 

“If only I had worked hard and stayed focused on my job, I could have earned the opportunity to lead a surgery in a few years. But I…” 

Nydia waved her hand to cut her off, unwilling to hear any further attempts to excuse her actions. Instead, she asked, “Weren’t you supposed to report to the branch hospital today? Why didn’t you go?” 

Maisie sniffled, continuing as though it was all part of the same explanation. “When I heard you were Mr. Barton Senior’s lead surgeon, I was genuinely convinced of your talent. I decided to take some time to rest and planned to report to the branch later. But just as I left the hospital, I ran into Ms. Poole.” 

Maisie didn’t need to elaborate further. Nydia could already piece it together. 

When there was no response from Nydia, Maisie whimpered pitifully, “Dr. Vega, can you prescribe me some painkillers now?” 

Nydia smiled faintly. “Your condition doesn’t warrant the use of painkillers.” 

Maisie’s face turned pale. 

As a doctor, she knew very well that prescribing painkillers often depended on the attending physician’s judgment. Her condition wasn’t life–threatening, just debilitating enough to make eating or sleeping nearly impossible–a state of endless misery. 

The thought of the days ahead brought genuine tears to her eyes. 

Still, Nydia’s expression remained serene, even kind. “Wishing you a speedy recovery.‘ 

Maisie was at a loss for words, a string of curses ready to slip out. But the agony coursing through her body left her too weak to utter a single word. 

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Afterward, Nydia made some adjustments to Maisie’s medication. Knowing Maisie’s body was fragile and couldn’t handle strong treatments, she switched her prescription to milder, slower -acting drugs. 

In this way, the healing process would now take longer, but it was ultimately better for Maisie’s overall health. However, the downside was that she would have to endure prolonged and unbearable pain every single day. 

After finishing her rounds, Nydia received a notification on her phone. 

She opened it to find a picture of a book. The book had been opened to a page of medical content, and the words were marked up in red pen. 

Her heart skipped a beat. 

This was the first traditional medicine book given to her by her mentor during her college years. It held great sentimental value as it was the first medical text she had ever received. Having grown up in the countryside, she had often gone up to gather herbs, so she became familiar with various plants.