My Reborn Admirer Wins Over My Heart novel Chapter 114

**He Returned to Break and Own Me and for His Queen**

**Chapter 114 Panel**

As Luna sat in the quiet of her thoughts, she found herself staring blankly at the reflection letter before her. Not a single word had been penned down. With Bramwell clearing a path for her, there was no need for her to lower herself to the task of writing. Why should she?

In stark contrast, James had been foolish enough to pour out ten thousand words onto the page. It was almost comical, really.

But then again, James hailed from a rather ordinary family, the kind where expectations were low and disappointments were high. He was the lone bright spot in a household that had seen little success. Just the fact that he had managed to get close to Cormac felt like a stroke of luck for him. Did he genuinely believe that he would receive any special treatment?

He could climb the ladder slowly, but he would have to do it alone—there would be no helping hands extended toward him.

Luna had to concede that while James lacked sharpness, he didn’t necessarily need to be honed. He was like a dull blade that, if pushed too hard, might just snap. The thought of him unraveling and lashing out was amusing in its own right.

As long as Oriana remained discontent, Luna felt a sense of satisfaction wash over her.

*****

Once the panel concluded, the professors began guiding various groups toward the inpatient department, where they would visit and evaluate the patients designated for this program’s treatment and research.

The assignments were arbitrary, and Oriana found herself trailing behind Cormac’s team, a fact that stirred a mix of emotions within her.

She had no objections, of course. Regardless of Cormac’s often abrasive demeanor, his reputation as a skilled doctor was well-established. Following him could only serve to enhance her own knowledge and expertise.

A cluster of white coats made their way down the sterile corridor, heading toward the inpatient wing.

Cormac engaged with several patients, each grappling with complex medical conditions that fortuitously aligned with the current research objectives of his lab. He took his time, meticulously explaining the intricacies of these medical challenges to the eager doctors and students surrounding him.

Outside one of the rooms, a resident named Zachary had been lingering, his hesitation palpable.

After what felt like an eternity, he finally mustered the courage to knock.

“Hello, Mr. Flint. I’m Zachary, the attending physician in this section,” he introduced himself, his voice slightly trembling.

Cormac glanced at him, a mere flicker of acknowledgment passing through his expression.

Taking that as an invitation, Zachary wasted no time getting to the crux of the matter.

“There’s a patient in the ward with a lung nodule. His mental state is quite unstable—sometimes he’s lucid, other times he’s confused, and he outright refuses to take his medication or cooperate with the treatment. He’s been running a persistent fever of 104 degrees Fahrenheit for the past two days. Seeing your expert team on the floor, I thought it best to seek your assistance,” he explained, his urgency evident.

As Cormac absorbed the details of the case, his brows knitted together, and impatience flickered across his face almost instantly.

“Lung nodule? Has it turned malignant?” he inquired, his tone sharp and demanding.

Zachary was momentarily taken aback. “No, sir. All tests indicate that it’s benign so far…”

“Dr. Rodriguez.”

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