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My Wife Slandered Me; Her Hospital Went Under Novel Cover

My Wife Slandered Me; Her Hospital Went Under

Hospital director Michael is committed to medical excellence, even disciplining his wife Emma’s childhood friend, Samuel, for a dangerous misdiagnosis. Though Emma initially appears to support Michael’s professional standards, a shocking betrayal unfolds. Following a grueling surgery, Michael is arrested for malpractice based on a false report. As grieving families attack his reputation, Emma discards her logic to side with Samuel, aiming to replace Michael and seize control of the hospital.
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Chapter 2

I took a huge step back until my back hit the cold metal door of the operating room. Gripping the doorframe with both hands, my knuckles turned white from the strain.

"I'm a licensed chief physician!" I shouted. "Without an official notice from the state medical board and a formal license revocation, I'd like to see any of you try and fire me!"

The security guards froze, startled by my roar. Clutching their batons, not a single one of them dared to take a step forward.

The corridor fell deathly still as neither side dared to move.

Realizing that brute force wasn't working, Emma's expression darkened further. She fished out her phone and called the police. "Hello, emergency services? A doctor at Heartwell Hospital intentionally harmed a patient and caused serious injury. The situation is getting out of control as we speak!"

After hanging up, she looked at me and sneered. "You just had to do this the hard way."

In less than ten minutes, two police officers pushed through the crowd and walked in. Surveying the mess on the floor and Benjamin, who was still throwing a tantrum, they frowned.

"Who's the lead surgeon?" one officer asked.

I straightened up. "I am."

One of them pulled out a pair of handcuffs and explained, "We received a report accusing you of seriously injuring a patient through medical malpractice. We'll need you to come with us to the station to assist in the investigation."

But I didn't budge, nor did I show the slightest hint of guilt. "I'm not going anywhere."

I looked the officer in the eye. "My patient is still in the anesthesia recovery phase, and his vital signs haven't stabilized yet. According to hospital protocol and medical malpractice standards, the lead surgeon cannot leave his post until the patient is out of the danger zone.

"If I leave now and something happens to the patient, who will take responsibility? You? Or him?" I pointed at the officer and then at Samuel.

The officer froze for a moment, clearly having never encountered a doctor who stood his ground so firmly.

Samuel panicked and shot Benjamin, who was on the floor, a look.

Benjamin caught on and immediately wailed, grabbing onto the officer's leg. "Officer, don't listen to his nonsense! He's just stalling so he can make a run for it!"

The elderly man threw a fit on the floor, rolling around and smearing tears and snot all over the officer's pant leg. The situation spiraled out of control instantly as the onlookers' phones flashed nonstop.

I knew that the moment I walked out that door and left with the officers, I would never be able to clear my name. Consequently, I absolutely couldn't back down.

I thought it over for a moment and said, "Since you claim the man in the surveillance footage is me, pull up all the hospital's surveillance footage!"

I wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth, my eyes burning with conviction. "Not just the entrance to the operating room, but the locker room, the corridors, and even the elevators!"

So long as the timelines were cross-referenced, the lie would collapse under its own weight.

The triumphant look on Samuel's face stiffened for a split second, and he instinctively glanced at Emma.

However, she didn't even lift her gaze. "The surveillance system has been undergoing maintenance since yesterday. Except for that backup camera at the operating room entrance, all the others were turned off," she explained coldly.

How convenient. To bring me down, they truly had spared no effort, even concocting a reason as absurd as that.

"Stop fighting it, Michael." Samuel sighed, wearing an expression that suggested as if he was doing this for my own good.

He then added, "I sucked it up when you suppressed me in the department and made my life miserable. But this is a matter of life and death!"

He whipped out his phone, tapped into a WhatsApp conversation, and held it up to the officers to see. "Look. This is the message he sent me in the middle of the surgery."

Michael: "I messed up and cut the wrong part. Find a way to cover for me, and you can name your price."