The doctor’s eyes widened in bewilderment when he realized what the young woman had achieved.
“How the heck did she do it? How did she find the cure? I don’t understand.” Zachary could not believe that Arielle managed to find the cure on her own. She must’ve figured out the properties of the poison. That’s how she found the proper treatment for it.
Arielle had put Zachary to utter shame since she was able to remedy a poison that even a doctor like himself could not.
Seeing how devastated Zachary was, the attending physician decided to stop his fellow doctor’s nonsense with a wave of his hand. “That’s enough, Dr. Ziegler. Let the patient rest. He has a press conference to attend to later on.”
“A press conference? What press conference? Are you seriously going to let a person who almost died walk around as if nothing happened?”
“He’s going to the press conference at Soir Coffee, so we’ll get a PCA pump ready for him. The patient’s made up his mind.”
“Are you out of your mind?” exclaimed Zachary before turning to the patient. “Are you sure about this? Do you know how serious this is? Your life is on the line here. Do you know that?”
For some reason, Zachary refused to let things go Arielle’s way.
Since he withdrew himself from the patient’s operation, Arielle would take all the credit if the press conference were successfully held. There was no way a proud man like Zachary would ever let the young woman steal the limelight from him.
The patient then sighed in response. “This is my choice, so I’ll take full responsibility for it. If I die, that’s on
me.”
“This is insane! You’re all insane! I’m his surgeon, and I say he has to stay and rest right here!” shouted Zachary with bloodshot eyes.
The attending physician scowled at the upset man and reminded sternly, “Dr. Ziegler, in case you’ve forgotten, you are no longer his surgeon because you quit halfway without any regard for the patient’s wellbeing. He is not under your care anymore.”
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