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Belvedere.

A health care hospital specializing in services for pregnant women.

director's office.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling glass that occupies an entire wall, the dean, who is over fifty years old, has one hand in his pocket and the other holding a cigarette, his brows furrowed, and his white coat is spotless.

The hospital has returned to normal.

However, public opinion continues to ferment.

The rioting crowd had disappeared from the entrance, but he could sense that media and reporters were still lurking in obscure corners, like filthy flies.

correct.

There are also celebrities who suddenly seem to have collectively awakened to public morality.

Those damn actors.

Low-class goods.

They're not content with just making money off others; they have to meddle in other people's business.

Is his hospital the only one that has had medical malpractice incidents?

The hospital director took a deep drag on his cigarette. Perhaps due to recent stress, several new wrinkles appeared on his forehead. Looking down at the hospital, which had returned to calm but was quite deserted, he slowly exhaled the smoke.

Just like the weather today.

The fog is temporary.

Fish's memory actually lasts longer than seven seconds, but as an expert in the medical field, he knows that human memory is not necessarily that long.

Time can heal all wounds.

A corpse will rot.

Even the most popular things can fade away.

The dean stubbed out his cigarette with his fingers, the cold, desolate winter light reflected off his glasses.

"Jingle Bell……"

The black landline on the desk rang.

The dean adjusted his glasses, turned around, walked back to his desk, and picked up the microphone.

"Hey."

"The mediation failed."

Upon hearing the voice on the other end, the hospital director, who held absolute authority, immediately changed his expression. However, what he heard next caused his respectful demeanor to freeze on his face.

"Is that family really that stubborn?"

Gone was the warmth and affability of the past; the dean's voice was now somber and low.

"They plan to go to Jiangcheng for an autopsy."

The dean's pupils dilated, and he blurted out, "Absolutely not!"

Before he could finish speaking, he immediately realized his lapse in composure and quickly adjusted his tone, "What I mean is, the tragedy has already happened, why let the child suffer further? He should be laid to rest as soon as possible."

That's your opinion. Others are free to disagree.

“We can take coercive measures,” the dean immediately replied.

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

The hospital director took a deep breath. "Even if an autopsy is necessary, it can be done locally. Why go to such lengths? What do you think?"

"I don't think it works."

The dean was taken aback, his brows furrowing into a deep frown. He opened his mouth, but before he could gather his thoughts, he heard another voice coming from the microphone.

"The situation is more serious than you think. You need to adjust your mindset and give up wishful thinking."

A simple sentence, yet it resonated like a morning bell, deeply moving the dean.

Sitting in this position does not signify exceptional medical skills.

He didn't reply for a long time.

The other party didn't take offense and understood his feelings, so they offered words of comfort.

"Making mistakes is not terrible. As long as we make amends in time, they haven't even started yet, so there's still time."

Standing in the most powerful office in the entire hospital, the hospital director unconsciously bowed slightly and said, "I understand."

"beep--"

The call was abruptly ended.

The dean slowly put down the microphone, his eyes vacant. After a long while, his jaw tightened, and a resolute glint flashed in his eyes behind his glasses. He pulled his phone out of his white coat.

"Xiao Xiao, come to my office."

It only takes about twenty minutes.

A man in his forties knocked on the office door. After being granted permission, he strode in, dressed casually and looking travel-worn.

"Dean."

Behind the desk, the dean sat in his own seat, nodding with an expressionless face, "Sit."

The man called Xiao closed the office door, walked to the desk, sat down respectfully, and then, with a smile that betrayed a hint of probing:

"Dean, when can I return to work?"

Given the fatality and the overwhelming public outcry, he, as the attending physician, has certainly been suspended.

But be aware.

The training of each medical professional is extremely difficult and they are a precious asset that should be cherished.

If we compare a hospital to a company, then doctors are the employees, and skilled doctors are the excellent employees.

Suspending an excellent employee is undoubtedly a loss for the company.

"What you need to consider now is not when to return to work."

Upon hearing this, Director Xiao, who was considered a sharp blade at the hospital before the incident, changed his expression and patiently explained again, "Dean, I do bear an unshirkable responsibility for this accident. I am willing to compensate the family 30,000 yuan, which I will personally pay out of my own pocket. The hospital does not need to bear any responsibility."

"Thirty thousand? Do you think that family needs your thirty thousand?"

"If this continues, they won't get a single penny!"

Director Xiao couldn't control his emotions for a moment. Hasn't he been suffering during this time?
He was also feeling uncomfortable.

Although he may not be as distressed as that family, his sleep quality has been affected, and now he has several bloodshot eyes.

"Dean, I'm doing this for the hospital..."

He softened his tone and continued to reason with them.

"Are you doing this for the hospital? Or are you doing it for yourself?"

The dean, stern and impartial, interrupted without emotion: "In order to get promoted and provide clinical data for your thesis, you arbitrarily changed the surgical plan, which resulted in this tragedy..."

Director Xiao opened his mouth, still trying to explain.

But his boss had lost patience and slammed his hand on the table with a loud bang.

"You're disregarding human life for your own selfish desires! Do you know how terrible the consequences are?!"

Director Xiao was a little confused when he was summoned by a phone call.

He thought it would be good news, after all, "so much time" had passed. But things didn't go as planned, and were even the complete opposite. The dean, who had stood by him through thick and thin, had changed his attitude by 180 degrees and seemed to be planning to abandon him.

"You should turn yourself in. Confess everything you need to."

It's not just "seems" anymore.

The dean stared at him with an oppressive aura, determined to sacrifice his own family for the greater good.

"Dean?"

Director Xiao was stunned, his face filled with disbelief. "If I turn myself in, everything I have will be over..."

"It's only a few years. You'll just lose your freedom, but your family can still live a carefree life. But that family will live with suffering for the rest of their lives."

Director Xiao suddenly stood up.

As an elite talent with high social status and both fame and fortune, how could he possibly accept becoming a prisoner?

"No! I can't! Dean, do you know how hard it's been for me to get to where I am today? I studied so hard, I worked so hard, Dean, it's not just me who's done this, the hospital isn't..."

"Shut up!"

"This isn't a discussion. This is an order!"

Director Xiao was startled by the sudden, fierce roar. Looking at the dean's menacing expression, he was utterly bewildered, and then began to laugh maniacally.

immediately.

He did something amazing.

"Snapped!"

He stopped abruptly, then gave the dean a perfect salute, and shouted:

"loyalty!"

Is this... insane?
Watching him turn away, and then quietly clench his fist again after letting go, the dean felt no satisfaction; a cold, ruthless glint flickered in his glasses. (End of Chapter)