The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 119

Ferris's words seemed loaded with hidden meaning.

I didn't know if I was imagining things, but his tone sounded incredibly petty—a stark contrast to his usual decisive, commanding style.

Even the harshness of his tone carried a distinct trace of an interrogation.

And hidden within that interrogation was a nasal edge, adding an inexplicable layer of grievance.

Even Leon looked momentarily taken aback.

After a brief staredown between the two men, Leon scratched his head and explained, "It's not like that, Ferris. The Department of Neurosurgery is tangled up in this mess too. I just figured that clearing things up as quickly as possible would be better for the harmony between our two departments."

Ferris retracted his gaze. He cleared his throat and slipped back into his usual aloof and untouchable persona. "Dr. Lennox makes a fair point," he said slowly. "However, Dr. Hayes has already made it perfectly clear to me that the Department of Anesthesiology does not require our concern."

He cast a fleeting, disdainful glance in my direction as he spoke.

Only then did I connect his behavior to how I had chewed him out in his office yesterday. No wonder he had been walking around during rounds looking like someone owed him millions of dollars—he was still holding a grudge.

Considering our supervisor-subordinate relationship, I chose not to respond.

Leon, trying to play peacemaker, chimed in, "I'm sure Dr. Hayes was just thinking of you. She probably just didn't want to cause you any troub—"

Before Leon could finish the word, Ferris's glare pinned him down. A second later, the man snapped sharply, "If you think a peaceful resolution today is a reason to celebrate, you're dead wrong. You got lucky this time and encountered a reasonable patient and family. What about next time? Or the time after that? Do you have any idea how many patients Capital General receives from all over the country every single day? Can you guarantee every single one of them will be this agreeable? Have you still not learned your lesson?"

The lecture was so intense that I couldn't even lift my head.

He was right. If it hadn't been for Beatrice's gentle nature, this dispute wouldn't have ended so easily.

Her expression grim, she whipped out her phone, swiped a couple of times, and practically shoved it into my face. "See for yourself," she sighed in frustration.

My right eyelid twitched violently. I took the phone, quickly scanned the screen, and was instantly struck speechless.

It was an anonymous forum post.

The poster claimed that a certain anesthesiology intern had managed to get into Capital General solely because of a mysterious, powerful backer. According to the post, this backer was the only reason she had received so many opportunities to show off, making her appear to be one of the top-performing interns.

This intern was labeled as "S.H.", while the mysterious backer was speculated to be an older, higher-ranking superior. While the post didn't explicitly state there was an illicit relationship, words like "went on a business trip together" and "frequently encouraged her during meetings" heavily implied that some kind of dirty transaction was taking place.

It was the exact same gossip I had overheard in the cafeteria.

Originally, I thought it was just passing hearsay. I never expected someone to turn it into a massive, thousand-word manifesto. The post threw in hints like "excellent grades" and "outstanding looks"—they were basically calling me out by name without actually doing it.