Chapter 3

I submitted my vacation request to Dr. Morrison.

A full thirty days.

This was vacation time I had accumulated over five years.

When he saw the request, his face immediately darkened.

"Logan, what's the meaning of this?" He threw the request in my face.

"The hospital is short-staffed right now. Requesting such a long vacation—are you deliberately going against me?" He threatened, "Don't think I won't just fire you."

I took out the physical examination report I had done a few days ago and placed it on his desk.

"Dr. Morrison, I've been having irregular heartbeats lately. I need to rest. Long-term high-pressure work isn't good for the heart. You're an expert—you should understand."

He picked up the report, looked at it, and his face turned red with anger. But he couldn't find a reason to refuse, so he had to sign my request.

Just as I was about to turn and leave, Sophia appeared again.

She was hanging on Ryan's arm, mocking me:

"Dr. Mitchell, taking a hit and running away already? Ryan is so much better than you. He's a real elite."

Ryan added smugly, "Some people just don't have the skills or the mental fortitude. Should've been weeded out long ago."

I couldn't be bothered with them and walked straight out of the office.

The head nurse called out to me at the end of the hallway.

"Dr. Mitchell. That female patient you saved the other day—do you remember her?"

I nodded.

The head nurse sighed. "She's the only daughter of Maxwell Group's CEO. The CEO sent someone to find you, wanting to thank you personally. Unfortunately, Ryan took credit for your work."

I just nodded and thanked the head nurse.

Then I boarded the train heading home.

The train had just started moving when Kevin the intern called, his voice so anxious he sounded like he was about to cry.

"Logan! This is bad! Something huge happened! The CEO of Maxwell Group had a sudden acute myocardial infarction and was brought to our hospital!"

"Ryan is the attending physician now. He looked at the ECG and diagnosed acute MI. But because the patient has a special drug allergy history, he's afraid to use the standard medications!"

"He's been checking references forever and won't make a decision! Now he's actually making the family sign a transfer consent form!"

I frowned and listened to Kevin continue:

"Logan, this is acute MI! If they don't operate now, the patient will die any minute!"

Just as Kevin finished speaking, my phone rang again. It was Dr. Morrison.

Dr. Morrison roared through the phone:

"Logan! Get your ass back here right now! If anything happens to the Maxwell Group CEO, I'll make sure you never work again!"

I replied calmly.

"Dr. Morrison, first, I'm currently on vacation."

"Second, I'm just a junior assistant now. I don't have the qualifications or the authority to handle emergency surgeries."

"Isn't Dr. Ryan Morrison the expert on these difficult cases? Why don't you ask him?"

I hung up directly.