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THEY SETTLED INTO an easy routine. Joe took Regan to the international nursery every morning and was back at the clinic to start at eight. Khiem and Hoa were back from their other hospital, and they all split the hospital and clinic duties between them. Joe occasionally helped out Hoa with the maternity side of things to try and keep his skills up. He found the friendly doctor a real pleasure to work with, particularly around maternal conditions and complications specific to Vietnam.

Khiem wore a different-coloured bow-tie every day along with a long-sleeved shirt. At times Joe wondered how he could stand the heat. After wearing shirts for the first two months, he’d eventually adopted the same clothing as Lien and started wearing the lightweight long-sleeved loose tunic tops that she preferred. The first time she’d spotted him wearing a yellow one she’d laughed and taken him to the shop that she favoured where he’d stocked up on white, beige and pale blue versions.

He’d just finished covering the ward round when Khiem called them all down to a staff meeting.

‘How was it?’ asked Lien, and he walked into the room and sat down next to her.

‘Not bad. Two chronic chests, one forty-five-year-old with a suspected stroke, and another young woman I think might have renal problems.’ He shook his head. ‘She hasn’t admitted it but I suspect she might have tried some of the locally brewed alcohol.’

Lien screwed up her face. ‘Oh, no.’

He smiled. He liked it when she did that. It was cute. Not a word he’d usually use to describe a colleague, but cute none the less. He still hadn’t figured out what had made her virtually bolt from his room the other night.

But it had also been the first time since he’d arrived in Vietnam that he’d been feeling a bit worried, a bit sentimental. He had no idea why. But crazy thoughts about genetics and biology had blossomed in his mind like a tiny flower, and it hadn’t helped that the flower had rapidly turned into an orchard with messy unknown things growing there. Then Lien had said a few things to reassure him he wasn’t going mad.

Oh.

That.

Had she thought…? Was that why she’d seemed so off later?

Was he really so turned off to the feelings of those around him? It was hardly an admirable trait for a doctor.

‘Joe?’

Lien was looking at him, and he realised he’d been part way through a conversation about a patient.

He nodded. ‘Oh, yes. I’ve run some blood tests this morning, so when I get the results this afternoon I’ll go back and ask her some more questions. I think she was being careful what she told me this morning. That, and she was just feeling so bad. She was really dehydrated so I’ve got her up on an IV at the moment.’

Lien sighed. ‘Is she a tourist?’

He nodded. ‘She’s a student from Australia.’

Lien gave another sigh. ‘What do you suspect—rice wine? People just don’t realise how strong it is over here.’ She rolled her eyes. ‘The normal rice wine is bad enough, at twenty-nine per cent, but if she’s drunk something unbranded…’ She shook her head. ‘The methanol levels can be so high they can be fatal.’

He nodded. ‘I’m watching her. She’s conscious. She does have abdominal pain and vomiting, but her co-ordination seems fine.’

‘Any problems with her vision?’

‘Not so far, but, like I said, I’m going to keep an eye on her. Right now I’ll keep her hydrated and consider some bicarbonate, or maybe even some fomepizole if it’s appropriate.’

She slid him a curious sideways glance. He smiled. ‘Okay, you got me. I might have consulted with Khiem. It’s my first potential methanol poisoning.’

She held out both hands. ‘Hey, and you’ve been here, what, more than two months? That’s almost unheard of.’ She dropped her hands and gave a small shrug. ‘I like it that you ask if you’re not sure. She could easily have been misdiagnosed. Missing methanol poisoning can be the biggest error a physician makes around here.’

He leaned back in the chair. ‘I just hope she’s going to be okay. That this will just turn out to be rice wine that was too strong for her and it feels like the worst hangover in the world. Hopefully she’ll recover and everything will be okay.’

Khiem hurried into the room. His wife, Hoa, came in behind him, along with a few of the other staff members. They settled down and Khiem picked up a chart from his desk. ‘Sorry to keep you all. I promise this won’t take long. I just wanted to let you all know that we have another staff member joining us for a month. A volunteer.’

One of the nurses frowned. ‘Who is it?’

Lien shot Joe a look. She’d told him that they occasionally had volunteer doctors—usually private, very well-paid consultants who wanted to say they had at least spent some time working in the underprivileged areas in the city.

Khiem smiled brightly. ‘His name is Reuben Le Gran. His father is French, his mother Vietnamese, and even though he doesn’t sound it, he’s a local boy. Did his training in Hanoi, and has also worked in Paris and London. He specialises in plastic surgery, and works out of a private clinic in the Tay Ho district.’

The nurse next to Joe quipped, ‘Just what we need—a plastic surgeon. Bet he lives in one of the gated communities in Tay Ho.’

Joe had learned a little more about the city. He knew Tay Ho was one of the richest areas, and he’d passed by the gated communities on more than one occasion. Saying that they were opulent didn’t even come close to the truth. They had twenty-four-hour security guards, private schools, golf courses and the biggest houses he’d seen in a long time.

Khiem waved his hand. ‘A plastic surgeon will be good. We have lots of patients on whom he might be able to do minor procedures. We’ve used the mini-theatre at the back on a number of occasions. This time will be no different.’ He smiled. ‘He’ll only be here one day a week.’

Joe turned to his other side and jolted. Lien’s face was frozen and her body stiff. He could see the tense muscles at the base of her throat. Her fingers were clenching her legs. He reached over to touch her to ask what was wrong, but she jumped up.

Khiem looked surprised but just continued speaking in his jovial manner. ‘And you two, Lien and Joe, there’s a special request for you to go to Uông Bí to cover holiday leave at the clinic there next week.’

For a few seconds Joe wondered if Lien had heard the words, but then her face changed and she gave the briefest of nods. ‘Perfect,’ she said as she walked out the door.

She couldn’t hide her anger. Her skin had prickled, almost like a premonition before Khiem had said the name out loud. No one here knew about her previous relationship with Reuben. Once he’d found out where she lived he hadn’t exactly wanted the world to know about their connection. Reuben was the type of guy who wanted to move in the right circles and be seen with the ‘in’ crowd. Lien would never be one of those people.

Even if the others had known about her past relationship, she wouldn’t expect them to turn down the services of a free plastic surgeon. She could think of a few patients straight off the top of her head who could really benefit from seeing him. As angry as she was at him for turning up at her hospital, she could be rational enough to put the needs of the patients first.

She stalked down the corridor and into the nearest bathroom, closing the door behind her and splashing some water on her face, then she rested her hands at the side of the sink and just breathed.

This wasn’t an accident. Reuben was far too calculating for that. She’d tried to ignore him over the last few years, but his reputation had grown and grown, and his publicity machine had been working overtime.

His beaming face had adorned countless magazine covers as he’d become known as the ‘plastic surgeon to the stars’. There was much speculation about who he’d worked on. Hollywood film stars, a top British model, three Bollywood stars and numerous other celebrities had been seen on his arm, or in his company, over the last few years. It seemed deliberate. Every time things quietened down he would whirl along some pavement with some new star and the press would go mad again. The latest rumour involved politicians, a few of whom seemed to have reversed the aging process.