The Runaway Groom
Chapter 896

Putting down her belongings, Irene said, "I'll go talk to him."

“It won't work even if you go—Brian Adam isn't going to say yes," Finn told her. "He was not the one who performed the surgery, so how would he answer the details when asked?"

Irene remained adamant. "I could make a list of all the details..." Frustrated, Finn snapped, "You don't believe me? Fine. Go to him yourself!"

However, it was not as if Irene doubted Finn—she just thought it was wrong to attend a publicity event when she was leaving.

Moreover, she hated the spotlight.

As such, she went looking for Brian.

But even before she could say a word, he told her as soon as he saw her, "I'm not going. Don't try to talk me into it."

"You're saying no even before I said a thing?" Irene asked.

“I didn't perform the surgery. I'd just be stealing your credit if I went," he replied.

“You're taking over as director soon anyway. It's nothing," she insisted. In fact, they had already agreed that he would take over as director beforehand.

Brian was willing to take up the role since there was a new research project and he was already involved as well.

Even so he waved her off. "I won't go even if you talked me to death— in fact, you should be going instead of giving away your accomplishments further. Otherwise, you won't be leaving with anything.”

Irene laughed. "I have something—memories with everyone here. I'll visit whenever I'm free, too."

"Good, but you still have to get someone else."

Brian was determined, so Irene left to ask someone else.

But no one was willing, as they were worried they would mess up.

It would be embarrassing if it was exposed live that they were not the doctor who performed the surgery!

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Having no other choice, Irene naturally had to do it herself.

"What do I have to prepare?” Irene asked Finn.

He quietly passed her a script.

As she took it, she asked, "When is the recording starting?"

“Tonight.”

Irene was gaping. "So soon?"

She was not prepared at all... but when she thought about it, there was nothing she needed to prepare, since she just had to answer anything the reporters asked.

She scanned through the list before—thank goodness it would just take forty minutes!

It was short enough, and within the limit of her tolerance.

She made some simple preparations and looked through the list, and she met the artificial heart transplant patient, who arrived at Hostmesh Research with his parents in a wheelchair.

They had a short conversation after the meeting and headed to Drogon Media, who had organized the livestream.

They met the host, discussed the flow of discussion and confirmed each other's scripts since it was a livestream, as the script includes the questions to be asked.

That way, Irene could prepare beforehand, and decide how she would answer.

All the questions were acceptable for her, though she insisted on avoiding sensationalism by presenting a doctor-patient bond.

From where she was standing, the doctor-patient relationship should remain strictly professional, and trying to spice it up was unnecessary. Naturally, the media representatives were uneasy about that.

"It's the recipe to earn clicks. Who would watch anything without sensationalism?"

Irene suddenly lowered her script. “In that case, cancel the livestream." Her stance was staunch, but though the media was hesitant, they insisted on persuading her anyway.

"There's nothing bad about sensationalism, and it only earns points in your favor. Think about it—you'll earn fame if you touch some souls, while we get more clicks. Isn't that a win-win?"

Irene certainly would not agree to it, and she turned toward the patient and his parents.

"We will follow your decision,” the patient said.

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