Abandoned Wife Rebirth To Slap Faces - Chapter 12: Chapter 12
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The next day, Noelle strutted into the ward, and the nurses swarmed around her.
"Ms. Faulkner, can we watch you treat Mr. Crawford today?"
"Yeah, Ms. Faulkner, show us what you got!"
"Ms. Faulkner's got beauty and brains—biggest heart in PT!"
Hearing the praise, Noelle felt smug but kept it hidden. "It's commendable that you want to learn. In medicine, there's no hierarchy—just mutual exchange.
"I see no reason to stop you from watching."
Grace, the nurse who had deliberately made things difficult for Georgia yesterday, chimed in, "Come on, Ms. Faulkner.
"You've done an incredible job treating Mr. Crawford over the past five years. In my twenty-plus years, I've never seen better treatment methods—"
Her words were cut short as Noelle opened the door to the ward. The sight inside left everyone stunned, their eyes filled with disbelief, some even gasping in shock.
Seeing their reactions, Noelle sensed something was off.
When she looked into the ward, her face instantly changed, her freshly manicured nails digging into her palm.
Inside, Georgia was giving Phillip a massage.
Anyone could tell her massage technique was extraordinary.
Her pale face glistened with sweat, her movements precise, fast, and steady on the acupoints. Those singing Noelle's praises just got hit with a reality check—frogs blinking in their tiny well.
If Noelle's massage was considered good, then Georgia's must be black magic.
Comparison revealed the harsh truth.
"From now on, you're not needed here. I'll let this caregiver treat me." Phillip glanced at Noelle, who had been surrounded like a star, and ordered coldly.
Noelle felt as if she'd been slapped in the face.
At that moment, she hated Georgia to the core.
After all, what would sting worse than watching your proudest technique get utterly pwned?
The nurses' praise now felt like mockery, and Noelle's eyes burned with resentment.
When she realized that Georgia, who had only been here a few days, had already won Phillip's favor while she, after five years, hadn't, panic and a strong sense of crisis surged within her.
Biting back her hatred, Noelle took a deep breath to steady herself.
'So what if Georgia's magic hands wiped the floor with mine? Now? Just a nursing aide scrubbing bedpans.
'I pulled strings to get her in—I can yank the strings to kick her out,' she sneered inwardly.
"Mr. Crawford, I know you've been bedridden for five years and are eager, but you can't just trust anyone blindly."
Seeing Phillip close his eyes and ignore her, she suppressed the hatred, smiling. "Mr. Crawford, rest up for now. Just holler if you need me!"
Then, with a resentful glance at Georgia, Noelle walked out.
The nurses trailed out, dying to see Georgia's magic hands in action again.
Meanwhile, Noelle's eyes blazed as she walked down the corridor. 'That bitch, I won't let her off easy!' she cursed inwardly.
Phillip was excited, feeling the warmth in his body.
After a full two hours of therapy, Georgia wiped the sweat from her head, her lips and throat dry.
"Hmph! Just one session and you're half dead, huh? You call yourself a doctor? Get outta here." Phillip meant for her to have some water, but the words came out wrong.
Luckily, Georgia didn't take it personally.
Ignoring the old man's tantrum, Georgia picked up her cup to get water, only to find the water dispenser in the ward had stopped working.
So she went to the pantry on the 16th floor to get water. By now, she was so thirsty her mouth was dry, but after she twisted the faucet for a while, not a drop came out.
"Ms. Faulkner, can we watch you treat Mr. Crawford today?"
"Yeah, Ms. Faulkner, show us what you got!"
"Ms. Faulkner's got beauty and brains—biggest heart in PT!"
Hearing the praise, Noelle felt smug but kept it hidden. "It's commendable that you want to learn. In medicine, there's no hierarchy—just mutual exchange.
"I see no reason to stop you from watching."
Grace, the nurse who had deliberately made things difficult for Georgia yesterday, chimed in, "Come on, Ms. Faulkner.
"You've done an incredible job treating Mr. Crawford over the past five years. In my twenty-plus years, I've never seen better treatment methods—"
Her words were cut short as Noelle opened the door to the ward. The sight inside left everyone stunned, their eyes filled with disbelief, some even gasping in shock.
Seeing their reactions, Noelle sensed something was off.
When she looked into the ward, her face instantly changed, her freshly manicured nails digging into her palm.
Inside, Georgia was giving Phillip a massage.
Anyone could tell her massage technique was extraordinary.
Her pale face glistened with sweat, her movements precise, fast, and steady on the acupoints. Those singing Noelle's praises just got hit with a reality check—frogs blinking in their tiny well.
If Noelle's massage was considered good, then Georgia's must be black magic.
Comparison revealed the harsh truth.
"From now on, you're not needed here. I'll let this caregiver treat me." Phillip glanced at Noelle, who had been surrounded like a star, and ordered coldly.
Noelle felt as if she'd been slapped in the face.
At that moment, she hated Georgia to the core.
After all, what would sting worse than watching your proudest technique get utterly pwned?
The nurses' praise now felt like mockery, and Noelle's eyes burned with resentment.
When she realized that Georgia, who had only been here a few days, had already won Phillip's favor while she, after five years, hadn't, panic and a strong sense of crisis surged within her.
Biting back her hatred, Noelle took a deep breath to steady herself.
'So what if Georgia's magic hands wiped the floor with mine? Now? Just a nursing aide scrubbing bedpans.
'I pulled strings to get her in—I can yank the strings to kick her out,' she sneered inwardly.
"Mr. Crawford, I know you've been bedridden for five years and are eager, but you can't just trust anyone blindly."
Seeing Phillip close his eyes and ignore her, she suppressed the hatred, smiling. "Mr. Crawford, rest up for now. Just holler if you need me!"
Then, with a resentful glance at Georgia, Noelle walked out.
The nurses trailed out, dying to see Georgia's magic hands in action again.
Meanwhile, Noelle's eyes blazed as she walked down the corridor. 'That bitch, I won't let her off easy!' she cursed inwardly.
Phillip was excited, feeling the warmth in his body.
After a full two hours of therapy, Georgia wiped the sweat from her head, her lips and throat dry.
"Hmph! Just one session and you're half dead, huh? You call yourself a doctor? Get outta here." Phillip meant for her to have some water, but the words came out wrong.
Luckily, Georgia didn't take it personally.
Ignoring the old man's tantrum, Georgia picked up her cup to get water, only to find the water dispenser in the ward had stopped working.
So she went to the pantry on the 16th floor to get water. By now, she was so thirsty her mouth was dry, but after she twisted the faucet for a while, not a drop came out.
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