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Little Toy Bikers and a Woman on the Run
Chapter 120 Surgery
Tara assisted Dr. Namid again. He performed the surgery without any lapses, but Tara refused to believe that she was wrong about him. She had learned to trust her instincts. They were almost always right.
When he complimented her, said that she had an elegant surgery style and that was something that couldn't be taught in school, she smiled and thanked him for the compliment. Men always thought flattery would work. It never worked with her unless the words were coming from Jax. Nothing much ever worked for her unless Jax was connected to it.
When she talked to Jax, she was going to casually mention that St. Thomas had paid her to come to Charming. St. Thomas was trying to avoid closing by building a neo-natal program. There was a lot of money to be made in caring for babies, especially the sick ones. They ran up huge bills. One good surgeon could easily bring in several million dollars to the hospital.
She wanted to make it clear, so everyone knew she was at St. Thomas because it was the most lucrative. It was just too pathetic to admit she was back for Jax. It wasn't completely true, but close enough. Her training and skill had given her many career opportunities. St. Thomas' job offer was near the bottom of the list in terms of pay, but she didn't have to say that. That kind of information was confidential.
She had wanted to work with the legendary Dr. Namid. Maybe most of the legend was the work of some good publicist somewhere carefully crafting Dr. Namid's reputation. She had done seven surgeries with Dr. Namid and had yet to see the kind of skill that justified his legendary status. At best he was mediocre, performing surgeries adequately, but not displaying the skill needed to do some of the very difficult procedures including organ transplants on infants.
Tara knew of doctors who used publicists to build a public image and bring patients to the practice. Medicine was big business. Med school and specialized surgical training cost a small fortune before a doctor could really make money. It was an intense and highly stressful training program. Patients were paying for a piece of that training and the skill that went with it.
She was determined to dig into Dr. Namid and figure out just what was going on with him. The fact that he had gone out of his way to compliment her in front of all of the OR staff, raised her suspicions. She had nothing but time on her hands since Jax wasn't in town and she had the ability to access hospital records from her laptop.
Dr. Namid had picked the wrong woman to try that male flattery shit on.