Dr. Pollock worked at Wiltspoon Central Hospital, the city’s top medical center.
She might earn less there than by opening her own clinic, but she was still young. Years—or even decades—of hospital experience would give her the credibility and skill to succeed when she eventually opened a private practice.
“Dr. Pollock is impressive,” one man remarked. “And Dr. Legare has good taste.”
He turned to tease Uncle Pollock. “Imagine your apprentice becoming your niece’s husband—what a family story that would be!”
Although Joaquin wasn’t officially an apprentice, he often sought Uncle Pollock’s guidance, and most regular patients knew them as master and apprentice.
Second Uncle Pollock glanced at Joaquin as he took a patient’s pulse, examined their throat, and listened to their lungs. “Aitana hasn’t accepted Joaquin,” he said flatly. “They might never be together. You can joke with me, but don’t tease my niece. She’s a shy girl. She’s been clear: she and Joaquin are only senior and junior students, nothing more.”
Joaquin answered seriously, “Second Uncle, I won’t give up. I’ve always liked Aitana. I’ll keep trying—unless she marries someone else. As long as she’s single, I’ll hold on.”