The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 208

I knew exactly what this meant.

If I couldn't prove that Barney's sudden deterioration was unrelated to the anesthesia, I would be staring down the barrel of medical malpractice.

Medical malpractice. A light sentence meant paying massive damages to the family. A heavy one meant a permanent stain on my record, industry-wide blacklisting, and the revoking of my medical license.

This was no longer just about getting fired.

But how could a fully documented chart just vanish into thin air? And specifically the most crucial data—the anesthetic dosages.

"I demand a thorough investigation into the system," I stated firmly before leaving the room. "I am absolutely certain I inputted that data. Someone tampered with it."

The committee members stonewalled me, stating that they required evidence for such accusations and ordered me to await their decision.

I walked the halls in a fog, feeling like I was trapped in a living nightmare.

I couldn't fathom how things had spiraled this violently, nor could I understand how medical records could be scrubbed so cleanly.

Bad news travels fast. The story ripped through the department like wildfire.

The moment I stepped back to my desk, before I could even sit, the toxic whispers began.

"With the way she acted, you'd think she was a genius. Now look at her. Barney's family is going to sue. It's one thing to ruin her own reputation, but she's dragging the whole department down with her."

It was another intern from my unit. Someone else immediately chimed in, "Exactly. Just an intern, but she constantly needs to be the center of attention. Her desperation to climb the ladder was way too obvious. This is what happens when you get greedy."

"Dr. Logan is probably going to lose sleep over this again..."

"Don't panic," the head nurse soothed in a low voice. "If someone tampered with the system, they left a digital trail. The committee isn't stupid. It's only a matter of time before they uncover it."

If that were true, I desperately needed to figure out my next move.

Just then, my phone buzzed on the desk. I glanced down and felt my blood run cold. It was the 177 number again.

My heart violently hammered against my ribs. Grabbing the phone, I rushed out of the room.

If my memory served right, this was The Shadow Caller from last night.

I took a sharp breath and answered. His distorted, mechanical voice instantly crawled through the speaker. "Well, Dr. Hayes? Ready to keep playing our little game?"