Queen of Wild Cards novel Chapter 415

Director Zimmerman rushed over, his back slick with sweat.

The father of an incredibly powerful man was being treated at his hospital, and he had personally assigned their best specialist. He had heard the patient was on his last legs. Had the old man passed away? Was Vincent here to hold him accountable?

He couldn't control life and death!

"Mr. Vaughn, what seems to be the problem?"

Vincent's voice was absolute zero. "Dr. Zimmerman, I expect a full explanation regarding my father's misdiagnosis."

Zimmerman shifted uneasily. "Mr. Vaughn... I'm afraid I don't know what you mean. What misdiagnosis?"

"Stella, tell him," Vincent ordered.

Stella nodded, pulling out the first medical file. "Dr. Zimmerman, this is my grandfather's first admission record. Your doctors diagnosed him with appendicitis and performed an appendectomy. Shortly after, the pain returned."

She grabbed the second file. "Your hospital's second diagnosis was post-operative intestinal adhesions. You performed laparoscopic adhesiolysis.

"When the pain persisted, it was only on his third visit that you finally discovered the nerve sheath tumor in his thoracic spinal canal.

"Dr. Zimmerman, that second laparoscopic procedure? It was essentially a negative exploratory surgery because you couldn't find the real issue. That's why he relapsed immediately after discharge.

"Without those first two misdiagnoses, we would have found the root cause much earlier, and he wouldn't be in such critical condition now. Am I wrong? I'm sure you understand exactly what I'm saying."

How could this young woman, who didn't even look twenty, understand all this?

Where did this prodigy come from?

But her logic was ironclad. He couldn't refute a single word.

And it was a fact—the hospital had made a massive diagnostic error, and there was no defending it.

Wiping the cold sweat from his brow, Zimmerman spoke with terrified reverence. "Mr. Vaughn, she's entirely correct. It was an exceptionally rare case.”