Queen of Wild Cards novel Chapter 417

There was nothing inherently wrong with Dr. Jordan wanting to watch her operate and learn.

Had he taken responsibility from the start instead of feigning ignorance, she might have agreed.

But he hadn't. He claimed he knew nothing about the previous diagnoses.

As the third attending physician on the case, how could he possibly not know?

Would he have ordered new tests and treatments without reviewing the patient's history?

Especially within the same hospital. It was a blatant attempt to cover for his colleagues and the administration.

"Let's go," Stella said to her family. "We'll get the transfer paperwork sorted. I'll help Grandpa build up his strength first, and once he's stable enough, I'll perform the surgery."

The three of them walked out, leaving Dr. Jordan and Director Zimmerman to exchange weary sighs.

"She's incredibly skilled," Dr. Jordan lamented. "Her medical knowledge surpasses mine. It's a shame she wouldn't let me assist; I could have learned a lot."

"We have bigger problems," Zimmerman groaned. "Who knows how Mr. Vaughn is going to hold us accountable? I might be out of a job."

Back in the hospital room, Timothy looked up as they entered. "Well? Did you figure out a treatment plan?"

Julius quickly summarized the misdiagnosis and their decision to transfer Wilfred immediately.

Timothy was livid. "I can't believe a hospital this size could botch a diagnosis like that! We are absolutely holding them responsible!"

To think an elderly man had suffered so much unnecessary agony—it was infuriating.

Thank god for Stella.

"They'll face the consequences, don't worry," Vincent assured him. "Timothy, go handle the discharge papers."

"Right away." Timothy knew his brother's tone meant the hospital was about to face a storm.

He offered to assemble Brighton's top experts for a consultation.

"There's no need, Uncle Abel," Julius declined politely. "Stella will be taking care of him."

Abel didn't push the issue, assuming the old man had chosen to forgo aggressive treatment to avoid further suffering, preferring palliative care instead.

After all, the treatments were agonizing, and given his age, chemotherapy would be sheer torture.

"Alright. Let me know if you need anything." It wasn't his place to interfere, so he left it at that.

Stella practically moved into the hospital to ensure she was always available.

She carefully managed his recovery with precise acupuncture and herbal remedies.

Grandma Fidelia refused to go home, insisting on staying to keep her husband company.