Thanks for the reviews. Sorry guys, it's already the 3rd chapter and I've got to let you know who the man is.
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Ch. 3
"Hey Cristina," Richard was impressed to see the young woman walking towards him. Ever since the day she confessed of having lost her edge, she had grown into a calmer and warmer person.
"Hi, Richard. How are you?" The smile on her face became brighter and clearer as Cristina got closer.
"I'm doing fine. I heard you just had another successful surgery. The nurses are raving about your skills." Richard tried to tease her, "since when have they begun to side with you?"
"Since Burke became Chief." Cristina chuckled. "Richard, I wish we could chat more but I have one more patient to see tonight. You should come to our place for dinner some time before you leave for Africa again!"
"Sure. I'd love to hear Asha sing. You know your daughter has an angel's voice." Richard said affectionately.
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"Good evening, Mr. Jones. I am Dr. Yang. How are you feeling now?" Cristina made sure she was close enough by his bedside before starting to introduce herself. That way it would seem less condescending. Through the years, her bedside manner had dramatically improved.
"I'm fine, doctor." Jones channeled his energy into a faint smile. "You can call me Samuel."
The expression on Samuel's face was remarkably familiar to Cristina. Soon she realized he was the man who collapsed in downtown Seattle that afternoon.
"Samuel, I believe Dr. O'Malley has informed you that we found something unusual in your liver." Cristina paused. "There are a few advanced procedures available at Seattle Grace to—"
"It's OK, doctor. I know there's nothing much you could do. My liver cancer has already spread to the bones," Samuel brushed his eyebrows with his index finger. "I'm here in Seattle for another reason."
Samuel handed her the news article. The photo on the top left corner was smudgy, but Cristina knew the cocky pose of the man by heart. It was Preston Burke, her husband.