Their lavish praise was making me squirm. It felt uncomfortably close to blatant flattery.
I shifted uneasily, but the head nurse stepped in with a warm laugh. "That's true. Dr. Hayes is our Rising Anesthesia Star. She excels in everything she does, and everyone in the department loves her."
She turned to Lady Sylvia with a polite smile. "I completely understand how grateful you are to Dr. Hayes, Lady Sylvia. But I'm sure you know the hospital's strict policy against accepting gifts from patients. Please don't put Dr. Hayes in a difficult position."
"I told you she wouldn't accept it. You're just too impulsive, Aunt Sylvia. When you want to give a gift, you won't take no for an answer," Caspian chimed in with an easy grin, casually draping his arm over her shoulder. "Come on, let's head back. We can talk to Dr. Hayes when she's less busy."
"I was just too excited. I didn't think it through," Lady Sylvia admitted, finally realizing her pushiness. She gave me an apologetic look.
Having dodged a massive bullet, I let out a quiet sigh of relief and offered her an easy smile. "It's completely fine. I'll come down and check on Tiffany's vitals a bit later."
Satisfied, Lady Sylvia let Caspian guide her down the hall, heading back to the VIP ward.
My shoulders dropped as I followed the head nurse toward the elevators. I muttered, "That was so sudden. She actually scared me. For a second, I thought it was another angry patient coming to pick a fight."
"Looks like all those previous hospital disputes have given you a bit of trauma. But that's the reality of our profession—you get just as much extreme praise as you do vicious slander. You have to develop a thick skin," the head nurse said, patting my back comfortingly.
Then she frowned slightly, lowering her voice. "Still, Lady Sylvia's behavior was very interesting. She clearly knows doctors can't accept gifts, yet she tried to force something so astronomically expensive onto you. And she chose to do it right in the middle of a hospital corridor. Not only are there security cameras everywhere, but there's a constant stream of doctors and patients. That was incredibly conspicuous."
The head nurse's observation made my heart skip a beat.
"I fold!"
"No, Silas, why are you folding? You have a good hand! Call him!"
"Ah, don't touch it... Great, I just lost a huge pot!"
"But didn't you just win that hand?"
"Oh, Leon, you don't get it. I was waiting for the river card to hit a full house. If I had baited them, I could've gone all-in and taken all their chips!" Uncle Silas leaned back against his pillows, practically fuming. But the second he turned and spotted me, his eyes lit up. "Selena! You're right on time."

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