I Stopped Loving Him When He Let Me Bleed Out novel Chapter 67

Sienna leveled a cool stare at the woman, who was roughly her own age.

"Unnecessary? Did you actually review his scans?"

"Of course I did. The mass is minuscule. It doesn't warrant surgical intervention."

Sienna's expression remained dangerously calm.

"Are you willing to stake your medical license on that claim?"

The younger doctor faltered, clearly taken aback.

"What do you mean?"

Sienna's voice was quiet, yet sharp as a scalpel.

"During my overseas residency, I handled two identical cases of ileocecal stromal tumors. One was caught early, resected, and the patient lived another fifteen years. The second wasn't caught until it ruptured. The patient bled out on the table."

Her words echoed with devastating authority down the quiet hallway.

"You all think I'm overreacting because you've never had a patient burst open on your watch. I have."

Dead silence swept through the corridor.

"You have every right to disagree with my diagnostic approach. But if you dismiss my medical expertise simply because of some absurd internet rumor, then none of you deserve to wear that white coat."

With that, she locked eyes with the arrogant surgeon.

"I will ask you one more time. Are you willing to assume liability for his case?"

"Why the hell should I take the fall?" The woman panicked, shrinking back.

A cold, dismissive smile graced Sienna's lips.

"Exactly. Because you hold zero responsibility, you feel entitled to invent rumors and gossip in the hallways."

Without another word, Sienna turned and strode away.

The cluster of doctors exchanged uneasy glances, no longer brave enough to brandish the 'unnecessary surgery' accusation.

However, their bruised egos still sought an outlet to tear her down personally.

"Look at her parading around. So what if she trained abroad? Big deal."

Just then, Zachary strolled past the group.

He offered a nasty, knowing sneer.

"She brags about earning that overseas residency on her own merit, but everyone knows she faked her credentials."

The humiliated female surgeon seized the bait instantly.

"Dr. Vance, what do you mean by faked? Do you know something we don't?"

Zachary's smile turned smug and highly secretive.

Every single piece of evidence had been meticulously crafted to ensure she would never practice medicine again.

Staring at the screen as her hard-won career crumbled before her eyes, she didn't feel despair. Instead, a wave of dark, manic absurdity washed over her.

A harsh, breathless laugh ripped from her throat.

She laughed until hot tears spilled down her cheeks.

She was just an ordinary doctor without power or connections. She had only been practicing for a year. Why was basic survival so punishingly difficult?

First a viral smear campaign, then a brutal betrayal by her ex, her private records doxxed online, and now a career-ending internal investigation.

Her attacker possessed a terrifying amount of resources to manufacture this mountain of flawless "evidence."

To deploy this level of destruction against a simple ER doctor felt like dropping a nuclear warhead to kill a mosquito.

Sienna's eyes drifted to the final line of the damning email.

Please confirm receipt.

She ignored it, locked her phone, grabbed her bag, and walked out of the staff lounge.

The fluorescent hallway lights buzzed above, casting a sickly, pale glow across her exhausted features.

She shuffled toward the elevators, every step feeling like dragging lead.