The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 235

I was thrown out of the operating room by Ferris in front of everyone.

Standing in the scrub room, my mind raced as I repeatedly mentally verified the patient's data and the anesthesia dosage, but I still couldn't figure out what had gone wrong.

The propofol dosage had been meticulously exact.

The sharp cramps in my abdomen and the burning humiliation formed a dual pressure that tortured me endlessly. Remembering Ferris's tone just now, I knew a perfectionist like him would never tolerate such a mistake.

Just as I anticipated, the second Ferris stepped off the surgical table—before he even left the scrub room—he summoned me over.

"Do you think that just because you've gained a little fame lately, you no longer need the basic professional skills of an anesthesiologist?" Ferris demanded, his brows furrowed deeply, his voice laced with venom. "What, do you actually think you're an Academic Star now?"

My temples throbbed relentlessly, and my back was drenched in a cold sweat. I stared at Ferris, unable to find a single word of defense.

The fact remained that the patient had woken up during surgery.

And the anesthesiologist in charge was me, Selena Hayes.

No excuse could justify it; a mistake was a mistake.

But Ferris wasn't done. He glared at me, dragging his eyes up and down my form in disgust before mocking me, "You get a sliver of recognition and immediately lose your drive. What patient is ever going to trust their life to an arrogant, sloppy anesthesiologist like you?"

I opened my mouth, but it felt like my throat had been glued shut, rendering me completely speechless.

At that moment, Zoey stepped forward. She gently tugged at Ferris's sleeve and whispered, "Ferris, please calm down. Everyone makes mistakes. Maybe Selena has just been under too much stress lately and hasn't found her footing yet."

As she spoke, she shot me an innocent look, her eyes brimming with fake sympathy.

He explicitly stated it was Ferris's order.

I was completely baffled.

Logically, if an anesthesiologist made an error during surgery, it should be handled by the department head. Why was I being forced to write an apology report to Ferris?

"You should consider yourself lucky," Dr. Logan had told me. "He's the poster boy for Capital General. If he raises a fuss, both of us are going down. I strongly suggest you fix your attitude. Every word of those five thousand words must be dripping with sincerity, and you are not allowed to clock out until it's done."

By then, the sun was already setting, and there was only half an hour left until my shift was supposed to end.

The menstrual cramps were already draining half my life away, the cold sweats wouldn't stop, and my scrubs were clinging uncomfortably to my skin, sending me into a miserable cycle of hot and cold flashes.