Not Your Doormat Anymore novel Chapter 33

This elderly man was the same. If he did not have money, I would have gladly donated some myself in a personal capacity. There was no need for him to spend anything on me.

"This banner didn't cost much," he said awkwardly, rubbing his hands together. "It's just a token of my appreciation. I hope you don't think it's too shabby."

"As long as you're healthy, that's the best gift I could receive," I replied.

As a doctor, nothing made me happier than seeing my patients recover.

"There's still a risk of relapse." I warned gently, "Try not to be alone if you can help it. After discharge, keep taking your medication for at least another week, and then you can start tapering off."

Giving those instructions eased a lot of the resentment I had been carrying. No matter what anyone else thought of me, I had always treated my patients with integrity.

Even if they did not want me anymore and chose someone else, it was just a matter of timing. I had no reason to cling to it.

"Thank you, Dr. Ranford."

After sending the elderly man off to complete his discharge paperwork, I walked back to my office, carrying the banner.

On the way, I ran into a former patient of mine. The moment he saw the banner in my hand, his expression twisted in disbelief.

He then looked me square in the face and scoffed. "Did you get a banner? Whoever gave you that must've been blind."

I frowned. "What are you talking about?"

"Do you really have the nerve to ask? You used patient care as an excuse to get handsy with someone and even took her home! Aren't you ashamed of yourself? I heard you're still using that lady's medication to threaten her, forcing her to do what you want. You're disgusting!"

Were they talking about Kourtney? The moment he said it, I understood, and my face hardened.