Chapter 3

Not long after, David Ranch, who was the hospital director, came over to me with a solemn look on his face. He stopped right in front of me and said in a commanding tone, "This is the last time I am warning you, Dr. Corvin. Operate on Dr. Shaw's son right now."

I was busy reading the important notes on a medical record and did not even look up at him. "The hospital has its rules. You should not set a bad example by violating them when you are the hospital director."

When I refused to budge, David became frustrated. "Do you have any idea who Dr. Shaw is? She is a titan among surgeons in the country and has four decades of experience behind her. She has saved hundreds and thousands of lives and is a highly respected veteran of the medical field.

"With her current status and connections, she does not need to lift a finger for others within the field to ostracize you on her behalf. You are not only destroying your future by being stubborn, but you will bring the hospital down with you as well."

She had saved numerous lives, but she had chosen to abandon her dying husband. She was not a titan. She was a murderer.

I could not help bursting out with a laugh, and when I continued to ignore him, David threatened, "If you insist on being this way, the hospital will relieve you of your duties and revoke all of your medical accolades."

All I did was take a deep breath as I put on my scrubs and began scrubbing in for the surgery. It took less than ten minutes for an elegant and dignified woman to approach me. It was Patricia. She had a soft look on her face and was known to everyone as a miracle doctor.

It was a face that I had remembered for forty years, and hated for forty years. I felt disgust and hate whenever memories of her appeared to me in the night.

When she stood next to me, she spoke with the confidence of a powerful woman. "You are a very capable doctor, Dr. Corbin. As a doctor who heals and saves lives just as you do, I admire you a lot, and I do not wish to see your future destroyed over a little pride."

Patricia put on surgical gloves with ease and began speaking with a tone of seniority. "I am giving you one last chance. I will operate on your patient, and you can start operating on my son. I have done nothing in this life that goes against my conscience, and this is the only time I am crossing that line to ask for your help to save my poor son."

"I promise you, I will remember what you did for us, and I will make sure that you will have a bright future ahead of you."

She looked sincere and concerned for her son, but I was not moved. All I felt was disgust.

He could have had a better life, but he insisted on taking up three jobs a day just to pay for her to study medicine. When she did not have a dime to her name, he stayed by her side and endured a hard life with her.

Yet, when he came to visit her happily at the hospital with their young son in tow and got into an accident along the way, he was cruelly abandoned. Has she ever thought about how much pain he was in while she was busy cheating on him with another man?

I stared at the water flowing down the sink. "You said you have never gone against your conscience…" I sniggered and turned to her to continue through clenched teeth, "Then how do you explain the innocent lives you have sacrificed just to get where you are today?!"

Patricia was taken aback, and her voice became sharp as she revealed her true colors. "Who are you?"

I stared into her eyes, but I did not see the answer I wanted. She must have done too many horrible things to fail to recognize her son, whom she had almost killed years ago. I replied sarcastically, "Who do you think I am?"

It took less than a few seconds for Patricia to calm down. She looked back at me arrogantly and with disdain. "I have seen my fair share of people like you who do nothing but cause trouble. You are just another clown without evidence, and in the end, you will come crawling back to me to beg for forgiveness."

She must have handled plenty of pitiful souls who failed to get justice all these years, and she had no idea that one of them had managed to slip past her. The innocent child, who was supposed to be dead, had carried his father's hate and had come for her.

I exhaled slowly. "There is no telling who will emerge as the true victor of this, Dr. Shaw."

Patricia's eyes narrowed as she looked at me, and she ended up scoffing. "You are asking for it, young man."

I entered the surgery room to operate on the burn victim, while she walked into her son's VIP treatment room.

Disinfect, operate, and sew up the patient.

I stayed highly focused on every step of the operation and nothing else, but the patient's condition remained on my mind. I was not only saving an ordinary patient. I was also saving my father, who had been left alone and helpless all those years ago.