Watching his practiced yet rough movements, Evelyn Ford almost laughed.
"What are we eating tonight?"
"Braised spare ribs, red-braised pork, and some steamed greens. How does that sound?"
Ronan Kendrick nodded. "That sounds perfect."
Evelyn Ford was already familiar with the staff in the surgical department. There was Dr. Jasper Miller, forty-five, who had once been an intern under her father. The other two doctors, Finn Wyatt, thirty-seven, and Scott Lawrence, thirty-eight, were both from Marris. The nurse was Danielle Reid, twenty-five.
There were a lot of patients again today. In the afternoon, they brought in a middle-aged man whose left forearm had been bitten off by a wolf.
A man who bore a strong resemblance to him was crying beside the bed. "Doctor, please save my brother! Nothing can happen to him! His wife is gone, and his daughter is only seven years old."
