Chapter 2

Ryan walked to my workstation and tapped the desk with his finger.

"Hey, you can move your stuff now. Your new spot is in that corner over there. Also, leave your work computer. I need to check it to make sure you didn't take any core department files."

I looked up at him, said nothing, and started packing my personal belongings.

He seemed unsatisfied and added another jab.

"Oh, and from now on, your words and actions in the department should reflect our professionalism. Don't act like some kind of pervert."

I stopped what I was doing and asked him a medical question:

"What are the diagnostic criteria and key differentiating factors for Takotsubo cardiomyopathy?"

Ryan's expression visibly stiffened, and he stammered, "Well... that obviously depends on the patient's specific condition."

I gave him a contemptuous look, scoffed, and walked away.

I thought back to three years ago when Director Wang personally came to recruit me to work at this hospital.

He shook my hand and said, "Logan, we really need you!"

Looking back now, what a joke.

After my demotion, my workload became much lighter.

I no longer participated in any emergency resuscitations. I left work on time every day.

Yesterday, a car accident victim arrived in critical condition. The nurse instinctively called for me. I only glanced over and calmly told her:

"Go find Ryan. He's the attending physician."

The nurse said urgently, "Dr. Ryan is in his office. He said he's organizing some important academic materials!"

I didn't say another word and walked straight out of the ward.

I no longer stayed an extra minute for any critical patient.

After work, I went to a fencing club.

Putting on the heavy protective gear, the helmet, gripping the cold sword handle.

I released all my anger and frustration on the fencing strip.

The next day, Ryan posted a file in the department group chat.

But the content had nothing to do with medicine—it was a set of medical record templates.

Seconds later, I received many messages from colleagues.

"Logan, what is Ryan doing? Writing medical records like they're academic papers?"

"Is he crazy? We treat patients with medical knowledge, not record templates!"

"Ryan doesn't know how to treat patients at all!!"

I didn't reply to my colleagues. I just turned off my phone.

Before, I was the backbone of the department. No matter how complicated the emergency, everyone felt secure with me there.

Now, whenever a critical case came in, the whole department became chaotic.

Ryan would just stand to the side, ordering others to do this and that, but never doing anything himself.

The resentment among colleagues grew stronger. People started privately reminiscing about my efficiency and reliability.