Nolan let out the breathe he hadn't realized that he had been holding in. He didn't like how she assumed he didn't know anything about doctor lifestyle, but he let it go. "I know that surgeons have unpredictable hours and don't have the most personable outlook on life. I can see why you're called a witch."
He assumed that she would be taken aback, but instead she smiled deviously. "Basically we don't care about anything other that our patients. Internal meds will often say that we don't know anything about medicine and all that we want to do is cut people up. It's completely true -- we're brash and rude and really not at all interested in medicine. A cut can be a much quicker cure than years and years of pills. We're not on the same playing field really--them and us." She pulled her car keys out from a drawer in her desk as she logged out of the desktop. "Your sister is Ellie Chen, but you never told me . . . who are you?"
"Nolan, her younger brother."
