Chapter 21
Olivia’s face went pale. She never imagined that news of the incident would reach Professor Whitman’s ears.
She opened her mouth, wanting to defend herself.
But Harold Whitman cut her off. “A doctor should have a compassionate heart. After making a critical error, not only did you show a complete lack of professionalism and try to shift the blame, but you also slandered the very person who saved the patient p>
His gaze darkened as he said, word by word, “You are not worthy of the title ‘doctor p>
“On the other hand, Dr. Reyes and the two doctors from the traditional medicine department prioritized the patient’s life. Their decisive and cooperative effort with the other practitioner to save Miss Blackwood makes them a model for all young doctors today p>
Olivia nearly collapsed, her lips trembling too much to form a single word.
With that declaration from the surgeon known as ‘Golden Hands,’ her career was officially over.
And with that same declaration, the futures of those three doctors from the traditional medicine department… were now brighter than ever.
“Before you can learn to heal, you must first learn to be a decent human being,” Dr. Dawson said, his sharp eyes fixed on Olivia’s ghostly white face, his voice ice-cold. “Take her away. Suspend her, pending a full investigation! Notify Human Resources to process this under the highest violation clause and issue an industry-wide bulletin p>
“No! Director… Professor Whitman, I know I was wrong! I know… I’ll never do it again, I swear… I can’t leave this profession, I can’t lose this job p>
Olivia tried to struggle, crying and shouting.
But two security guards mercilessly covered her mouth and dragged her away.
It was a clear signal that her future, her entire life, had come to a definitive end. The hospital room fell silent.
Harold Whitman’s gaze returned to Brianna Blackwood. He couldn’t help but marvel, muttering to himself, “To save the spleen in a case with such severe, multiple traumas without invasive surgery… the technique… the execution must be absolutely exquisite. It’s simply unheard of p>
Suddenly, a thought seemed to strike him, and his eyes lit up. “Speaking of traditional medicine… to work such a miracle, reaching the root of the problem with only tools like acupuncture needles or massage… there’s really only one person who could achieve something like this p>
Could it be that *she had come to Vaelion City?
At the thought, Harold Whitman’s face filled with excitement and joy.
He was just about to take out his phone to ask about her whereabouts.
“Who is it?!” a voice, so urgent it was almost frantic, suddenly rang out.
A figure in a white coat rushed forward, nearly knocking the phone from his hand.
“The person you’re talking about p>
who is it?!” Derek’s usually cool and ace was now a storm of
complex emotions.
SV
There was shock, confusion, defeat, and a kind of… almost crazed obsession.
His gold-rimmed glasses had been knocked to the floor in his agitation.
Could the person Harold Whitman was talking about be Serena?
His sister, whom he had never taken seriously, whom he had always considered useless.
She had accomplished something that even the great ‘Golden Hands’ could not! He desperately needed an answer, an explanation for this… this revelation that had shattered his entire worldview.
Harold Whitman frowned slightly, looking at the man before him—a genius whose utation preceded
him, now completely losing his
Cure.
His eyes held a deep reverence. “Mr. Wynn the person in question is a figure that even Harold Whitman,
would have to greet with a bow and address as ‘Master p>
He paused for a moment, then slowly shook his head. “As for her name, it is not my place to say p>
“Master Derek’s throat tightened, and he unconsciously whispered the incredibly respectful title.
Someone that even the surgeon ‘Golden Hands’ had to bow to and call ‘Master p>
It couldn’t possibly be Serena.
Right.
It absolutely could not be Serena.