I Stopped Loving Him When He Let Me Bleed Out novel Chapter 281

Mercy International Hospital.

Sienna Sterling had just finished her morning rounds when she was called into the Head of Inpatient Care's office.

She assumed she was in trouble.

Her nerves were on edge.

"Dr. Sterling, starting today, you are being transferred to the International Wing."

Sienna froze.

The International Wing was the absolute pinnacle of Mercy International Hospital, reserved exclusively for the ultra-wealthy and elite.

The workload was less than half of a standard ward, with a fraction of the night shifts.

It wasn't a place just anyone could walk into.

Veteran physicians like Dr. Zhao and Dr. Qian had submitted transfer requests two years ago and were still waiting on approval.

She had barely been here, hadn't submitted a single application, and was being moved straight to the top.

"Director, this is..." Sienna stammered, feeling completely out of her depth.

"Orders from the top," the director said, pushing up his glasses. "Haven't you been working on a research paper lately? The pace at the International Wing is much slower. It'll give you the time you need to write, which will be invaluable for your future promotions." He paused, his tone softening slightly. "Dr. Sterling, the administration has very high expectations for you. Keep up the good work."

He placed a heavy emphasis on the word 'administration.'

Sienna understood perfectly well. This was Silas Hayes's doing.

The International Wing's offices were on the twelfth floor, tucked at the end of a quiet corridor with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the distant mountains.

The office was incredibly spacious, boasting a luxurious environment with only two workstations.

As Sienna walked in, she took the initiative to greet her new colleague.

"Hi, I'm Sienna Sterling. I was just transferred here."

The woman glanced up at her.

"Dr. Clara Rhodes. M.D. from Westmont Medical. What's your degree?"

Sienna had never encountered such a blunt introduction before, assuming it was just the cutthroat culture of the International Wing.

She introduced herself with calm confidence.

"Master's from Columbia University."

"A Master's?"

Clara's gaze swept over her in a dismissive assessment.

"You don't look very old. Fresh out of your Master's program, are you? And you managed to land a spot in the International Wing?"

Sienna didn't take the bait.

She sat down at her desk, booted up her computer, and went back to revising her recently rejected paper.

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