Before anyone could react, Freya spoke up, “I like sweet things.”
Pointing to the black coffee in front of her, she continued, “Coffee is invigorating, which is why I like it. But it’s too bitter for my taste, so I add lots of sugar and milk. This way, it’s not as bitter. Yesterday, I found out that someone very important to me had developed a malignant heart arrhythmia. This disease, as you all know, can take a life at any moment. I often wonder, our profession is to save lives. In a sense, we are more sacred than even the doctors who heal the sick and injured, because what we develop are body parts to save more lives. I am puzzled by how such a noble and sacred place has become so mundane.”
Her words lingered in the air.
The sound of breathing below softened significantly.
Those who had never respected her began to ponder.
Yes, what was their professional mission?
To develop life-saving hearts.
Yet, they harbored feelings of rejection towards someone just because they didn’t agree with them.
Wasn’t this wrong?
Lane Glover spoke first, “I am willing to cooperate with Mr. Donaldson in the future. I realize now that I was narrow-minded for blaming you earlier for accidentally stepping on my foot. I should have trusted Wesley Donaldson’s judgment. He has dedicated half a lifetime to working tirelessly in this hospital. How much effort has he put in? I refuse to believe that he would casually hand over his hard work to just anyone. He must have thought long and hard before giving you the position.”
She stood up, “I apologize to you. I’m sorry.”
Freya’s hand on the table trembled slightly, “I didn’t take it to heart.”
Standing beside her, Neo Miller was also enlightened by Freya’s words. If she were truly worthless, why would Wesley Donaldson firmly appoint her when no one else supported her?
Could it be solely because she had someone backing her?
But nobody in the hospital liked her.
Yet, Freya never used her connections to make things difficult for anyone else.
Instead, everyone kept tripping her up at every turn.
“I will be your assistant from now on. Whatever you ask me to do, I will do my best. Even though this time you asked me to run errands, next time you have similar tasks, you can continue to assign them to me.”
Neo Miller also expressed his support for her.
Freya said, “Thank you.”
She was truly touched by Lane Glover and Neo Miller’s actions, but she didn’t show it on her face.
She didn’t want to use emotions to manipulate or guilt-trip anyone.
She simply wanted them to understand their mission.
“Today’s meeting is officially starting, but I feel like it’s more of a discussion.”
She walked to the front, turned on the projector, and a heart image appeared on the screen.
The heart in the image was still beating.
Freya said, “Many say the heart is fragile, but I disagree. I believe the heart is the most powerful organ in the human body. From the moment it forms, it beats resiliently, never stopping for a moment. I think we should be like it.”
Flipping through the images, the heart was divided into several frames.
The basic structure of an artificial heart consists of a pumping device, a driving device, a monitoring device, and a power source.
She clicked on one of them.
Their research had encountered obstacles in the driving device.
She had found a solution but it needed further verification and experimentation. Of course, it required everyone’s concerted efforts.
…
During Freya’s first discussion meeting since taking office, the atmosphere remained harmonious.
Prejudices were set aside, and everyone focused on their work.
The meeting continued until seven in the evening, and no one felt tired.
Having had afternoon tea prepared by Freya at three o’clock, no one felt hungry by seven.
Their work morale was high.
Suddenly, the meeting room’s door swung open, interrupting their discussion.
All eyes turned to the door.