My Secret Husband Is My Cold Boss novel Chapter 96

The consultation room was barely a few square feet wide.

With the father screaming, the child got even more terrified and wailed even louder.

The situation was rapidly spiraling out of control.

Wendy looked at him calmly. "Sir, please try to calm down..."

"I won't calm down! Get out of the way! I don't want you treating my son!"

The father didn't even let Wendy finish her sentence before forcefully pointing a finger at Dr. Franklin standing behind her.

"I want the Director to see him."

Wendy tried to explain, "Sir, this is a Teaching Clinic."

"Don't give me that!"

The father scoffed, glaring at the name badge pinned to Wendy's lapel. "Wendy Gates, Resident."

"What does someone your age know about treating patients? Did you buy your way into this hospital?"

Having her professionalism questioned multiple times, Wendy furrowed her brows and firmly addressed the man.

"The questions I asked about your son were not out of incompetence."

"Determining whether a ventricular septal defect requires immediate surgery isn't just about the size of the hole. It depends on the child's developmental progress, lung function..."

The father adamantly refused to listen. "Save your breath!"

"I don't care what you say today, I am not letting you touch my kid."

"You think you can just toss some young rookie at me and call it a day? I guess it doesn't matter to you since he's not your own kid!"

The father snorted, his eyes full of disdain as he looked Wendy up and down. "Don't think I don't read the news. Young doctors these days probably failed half their medical exams! How do you even have the nerve to treat patients?"

No matter how Wendy tried to reason with him, the father was completely uncooperative.

To avoid holding up the long line of patients waiting outside, Dr. Franklin ultimately stepped in and handled the consultation.

She had heard her colleagues mention how patients would discriminate against younger doctors based on their age and title.

But this was the first time it had happened directly to her.

Wendy was in a slump for the rest of the afternoon.

Sampson listened attentively before asking, "So you're upset because of that patient?"

Wendy shook her head. "No, not exactly."

"I'm frustrated because I realized that if I run into this exact situation again, I still won't know how to handle it."

"Sampson, have you ever dealt with something like this?"

Leaning against the door frame, the man shifted his weight into a relaxed stance and shook his head.

"Not so far."

"Right." Wendy let out a defeated sigh, muttering under her breath, "You're an expert attending. People fight just to get your appointments."

A low, brief chuckle rumbled from above her.

Sampson pushed off the door frame and walked over. "It has nothing to do with being an expert."

The implication was clear—he had a better way to handle it.

Wendy looked up at him with eager eyes. "Will you teach me?"