His Honourable Surgeon. Kate Hardy

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СКАЧАТЬ to be in five years’ time, and what they think they need to get there. Where they think they’re weak and need more experience or more training. Things that aren’t written in files.’

      Was he serious?

      She risked a glance. He looked serious enough.

      Though he also looked good enough to eat, with his hair still slightly damp from the shower. She thought of rich, dark chocolate again and suppressed a groan. Jake Lewis was dangerous. Someone she needed to avoid.

      ‘So what do you want, Vicky?’ he asked. ‘To be head of department? Professor?’

      ‘Both.’

      He nodded. ‘From what I’ve seen, you’ve got the skill and the dedication to make it.’

      Was he trying to curry favour? No, he looked completely sincere. ‘Thank you.’

      ‘So your plan is?’

      ‘Consultant next year. Then a part-teaching, part-practising post—I want to do the academic side and work on some research, but I like working with patients too much to give it up. Plus, theory’s worth nothing if it’s unworkable in a real-life situation.’

      ‘And what experience do you think you need now?’

      ‘More surgery.’

      ‘Noted,’ Jake said. ‘When you’re in Theatre with me, I’ll try to give you the chance to lead as much as possible.’

      ‘Thank you.’

      ‘And let me have a list of the training courses you want to go on.’

      ‘There’s a small thing known as the departmental budget,’ Vicky said.

      ‘Which is why I’m not promising to send you on every course you want to go on. But when I know what everyone’s skills are, and where there are training needs, I might be able to arrange interdepartmental training. Shadowing, mentoring, that sort of thing.’

      ‘Provided our head of department agrees.’

      ‘He’ll agree,’ Jake said softly. ‘I can be very persuasive.’

      Vicky looked at his mouth and thought, I just bet you can. Then she stifled the idea. She was not going to start thinking about Jake Lewis in that way.

      ‘And I find a cost-benefit analysis usually does the trick,’ he added.

      He understood admin as well as medicine? Interesting. In Vicky’s experience, most doctors were either people-oriented or paper-oriented. They couldn’t do both. That made Jake a rarity.

      ‘Why did you become a doctor?’ he asked conversationally, as he added sugar to his coffee.

      ‘Because medicine was interesting.’ And because it was a challenge.

      ‘Anyone else in your family a doctor?’

      Why did he want to know? It had no relevance to the way she did her job. ‘My brothers,’ she said shortly.

      ‘Which specialty?’

      That definitely wasn’t relevant. And why did he want to know about her brothers? Charlie, with his rose-tinted glasses, would’ve said Jake was trying to be friendly. Seb—well, pre-fatherhood Seb—would’ve said Jake was a social climber, hoping that by making friends with her he’d get an introduction to the baron and invites to swish parties. Vicky was somewhere in the middle—and she wanted her brothers left out of this. ‘Not neurology.’

      She’d been short with him—rude, even—but he didn’t have that you’ve-just-slapped-me-down look.

      But before he could say anything else, her pager bleeped.

      Perfect timing.

      She glanced at the display. ‘Thanks for breakfast. I’m needed in ED.’

      ‘You’re not on duty yet.’ He frowned. ‘Do you always have your pager switched on?’

      ‘No.’ Not always. Just ninety-odd per cent of the time.

      His dark eyes held a hint of amusement, almost as if he didn’t believe she’d been paged. As if he thought she’d called one of her friends from the changing room at the gym and asked them to bleep her in fifteen minutes’ time—to get her out of a potentially difficult situation.

      She’d thought about it, admittedly, but she also knew it would have fuelled gossip: why did Vicky Radley want to wriggle out of having breakfast with Jake Lewis? People would speculate. Rumours would start running round the hospital. So having breakfast with him had been the lesser of two evils. And it had been work-related, anyways. ‘See you on the ward,’ she said, and headed for the emergency department.

      ‘Hello again,’ Hugh Francis said with a smile when she reached ED. ‘I was hoping it’d be you.’

      ‘What’s the problem?’

      ‘Mrs Carter, seventy years old, suspected TIA—but I’m not sure if it’s a very early stroke.’

      ‘OK. I’ll have a look. If I’m worried, I’ll admit her to our ward.’

      ‘Thanks.’ Hugh took Vicky through to the cubicle where Violet Carter was sitting on the bed, and introduced her.

      ‘I’m perfectly all right, you know. You don’t need to fuss over me—you go and see someone who’s really ill,’ Mrs Carter said.

      Vicky smiled at her. ‘That’s very public-spirited of you, but I’d like to check you over.’

      ‘It was just a funny turn.’

      ‘Tell me about it,’ Vicky invited.

      ‘It was like a curtain coming down over one eye. But it’s gone now.’

      Mrs Carter was describing a textbook case of amaurosis fugax, a typical symptom of a TIA or transient ischaemic attack, Vicky thought. ‘Anything else?’

      ‘I banged my knee when I answered the door, but that’s just clumsiness. Old age.’

      Or another symptom of a TIA. ‘How about talking?’

      ‘Perfectly normal. I think our postman’s deaf, you know—he kept asking me to repeat things.’ Mrs Carter sighed. ‘I don’t know why he insisted on bringing me here.’

      Vicky glanced down at the notes. ‘He was just worried about you. I think you might have had something called a transient ischaemic attack—called a TIA for short. It’s where the supply of oxygen is cut off to part of your brain, usually by a blood clot. Your body can restore blood flow and break down any little clots, so that’s why you feel perfectly all right now.’

      ‘So I can go home?’

      ‘Soon,’ Vicky said. ‘The thing is, if you’ve had a TIA it means you’re likely to be at risk of having a stroke in the future, so I want to check you over thoroughly СКАЧАТЬ