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After Clarence left the hospital room, he found a nurse nearby and asked where the meeting room was.
He then rushed straight to the location she pointed him toward.
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The hospital president and the supervisors over each specialty were holding a commendation conference.
Suddenly, they were interrupted by Clarence kicking the meeting door open and yelling, âWhich one of you is Dr. White?â
âWho are you?â
âWhat are you doing?â
âWeâre having a meeting, what in the world do you think youâre doing?â
Everyone in the room glared at Clarence with surprise and anger written all over their faces.
Clarence thundered, âWhat is this hospital doing?
âMy mom just had an accident and is lying unconscious on a bed right now.
âItâs an emergency Iâm talking about here, yet youâre all here happily having a meeting?â
Everyone in the room looked at each other, stunned.
The president of the hospital was a man in his fifties named Quentin Leroy. He frowned as he asked, âDr. White, is this true?â
Greyson White stood up and replied, âPresident, let me explain.
âI got the information through a phone call, but the patientâs condition isnât actually too serious.
âI remembered this meeting was starting in a few minutes and that reporters would be there, so I decided to come here first and let the patient hold out for a little while.â
Although Greyson was justifying himself, he felt very gloomy inside.
The hospital had intentionally invited all the cityâs reporters for this conference.
The reporters were taking pictures and writing their reports.
The plan was to write up a special column to advertise the hospital.
As the conference had been specially organized for Greyson White himself, he surely did not want to miss it.
However, he had not expected Clarence to barge in and ruin the conference. Clarence even humiliated him in front of the president, leaving an awful impression.
Greyson resented Clarence so much!
âDr. White, thatâs inappropriate. A patientâs life is the most important thing there can be.
âEven if the patient isnât on their deathbed, they could still be in immense pain from their injuries.
âAs a doctor, your responsibility is to do your best to reduce that pain and suffering. Donât forget the oath you took when you first joined this hospital!â Quentin said in a low voice. He did not sound happy at all.
Greyson nodded and replied, âI understand, President. Iâll go and perform the surgery right away.â
âMm.â
Quentin then said casually, âThatâs all for the conference today. Everyone may disperse.â
Greyson walked out of the meeting room with an ashen expression on his face.
The hearts of the Murphy family sank when they saw him looking like this.
They followed Greyson back to the ward.
âDidnât I say that Iâd perform the surgery as soon as I was done with the conference?n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
âWhat the hell are you all doing, barging into the meeting room like that!!!â Greyson was crimson with fury as he stomped his feet.
He had seen the expression on the presidentâs face.
He had not wanted to shout back there because there were journalists on the scene.
There was one thing Greyson was sure of now: he no longer stood a chance at being considered a candidate for Innovator of the Year.
âDr. White, weâre sorry,â Belle quickly apologized.
The rest of the Murphy family had guilty expressions as well.
Veins were popping out of Greysonâs forehead as he yelled, âWhatâs the use of apologizing now? Damn you all!
âDo you know how hard Iâve worked just to be considered an Innovator?
âIf I get nominated, that alone will boost my career more than another five years at this hospital will!
âThis brat has ruined everything for me!â
After his rant, he glared fiercely at Clarence.
Oh, how much he wanted to punch and choke that dumb brat to death.
Clarence looked at Greyson curiously. âDr. White, are lives not important? How can you prioritize a meeting over a life?â
âHehe, lives are more important, eh? Youâve ruined my life with your foolishness, so go find another doctor in another hospital!â
Greyson laughed coldly, turned around, and headed for the door.
The Murphy family was shocked. Peonyâs condition was already quite bad, and if she were to change hospitals it would further delay the treatment she desperately needed.â
âDr. White, please donât go!â
Miranda walked forward, begging and pulling on Greysonâs sleeve.
Clarence said coldly, âAre you even fit to be a doctor? The patientâs in this condition, yet you can still refuse to treat her?â
âJust shut up, Clarence!â Belle thundered.
âWhy are you always so nosey?â Melody was furious.
âWould it kill you to not rush into everything headfirst? If it werenât for you...
âMomâs condition isnât even that bad, you useless waste of space!â Kaysen roared. His lungs felt like they were going to explode out of anger.
âDr. White, Iâm begging you!â Armstrong pleaded with him as well.
Greyson White stood still and glared coldly at the people in front of him. He did not dare leave Peony untreated, in all honesty.
If news like this ever got to the ears of the public, news of a doctor leaving an unconscious patient untreated, his career would be completely ruined.
This was the age of the internet, after all. If the news went viral, there would be no other hospital on earth that would accept him!
âI can treat her.
âOn one condition: this idiot has to piss off and get out of here! I get so angry when I see his face!â Greyson ordered as he pointed at Clarence.
âGet out of here!â Belle shouted.
âClarence, piss off!â Melody thundered.
âDamn you! Clarence, why are you still here?â George raised his hand, ready to slap him.
Kaysen rushed forward and tried to throw a punch at Clarenceâs nose. âWhat the hell are you waiting for? Piss the hell out of here!â
Clarence dodged to the side, easily avoiding Kaysenâs fist.
Kaysenâs punch landed on the wall behind Clarence. Blood started gushing out of his hand.
âYouâre not going away? Alright, I shall wait then.â
Greyson crossed his arms and watched the drama unfold in front of him, slightly amused. He was not in a rush, anyway.
Suddenly, Miranda stood up, rushed toward Clarence, and gave him a hard slap across the face.
Slap!
Her hand connected hard with Clarenceâs cheek!
âGet out of here, get out!â Miranda screamed her heart out.