"Martin Crowell! I'm done with you!"
Dr. Crowell's wife stormed in with a crowd of her family members right behind her. She charged at him and started hitting him on the spot.
"Hey, hey! This is all a misunderstanding! Stop! Stop hitting me—don't hit my face! Ouch! Honey, let me explain!"
The conference room descended into chaos. I glanced at Samuel, who still looked like he wanted to continue attacking me, but Dr. Crowell was already overwhelmed with his own scandal. He didn't have the energy to deal with anything else.
Naturally, the meeting ended in complete disorder.
However, things were far from over.
I headed straight to the surveillance room. After handing the old man a pack of cigarettes, he happily helped me pull the footage.
Soon, I had a photo of the patient. She was holding her phone and moving around the cardiology department, quietly approaching people, specifically my patients.
Several of them looked outraged after speaking with her. Later, I saw them gather and chat briefly before heading to the nurse to request a new attending physician.
Once I figured out the full picture, I snapped a photo of the patient from the surveillance footage. After thanking the old man again, I sent the image to my private investigator and asked him to look into her.
Then, I returned to my office and went back to work as usual.
What Dr. Crowell did disgusted me, but resigning now would only make me look guilty. I was determined to stay and clear my name.
Soon, a message popped up on my phone. "If you want to prove your innocence, come to this address."
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