Is Ethan Choi Leaving Chicago Med In 2024?

Ethan is the first man I fell in love with. After seven years of sacrifice, he decided to use our love as a sacrifice at the altar of his pride, helping his mistress and first love to bully me and almost made me lose my sanity, I have decided to leave him but before I do, I will make him lose everything!!.

Ethan Miller, a waiter at a fancy restaurant, was suddenly kidnapped by unknown assailants and brutally beaten. After being rendered helpless, he was thrown onto the street in the pouring rain. As he felt he was about to die from the pain in his body, especially in his back, which was getting worse, he was rescued by one of the richest businessmen in the country. Even more surprisingly, he was told that he was likely the heir to the dragon king's knowledge, which could cure all diseases.

Ariana Carter never imagined her life would take a complete turn when she tripped—literally—into Ethan Cole’s world. One moment she was a struggling nurse, and the next, she was locked in a year-long marriage contract with a ruthless billionaire. Ethan, cold and calculated, needs a wife for 365 days to secure his company from his cunning cousin, Jared. Ariana, clumsy yet full of life, is everything he isn’t. But the more time they spend together, the more lines begin to blur. Jared isn’t one to back down easily. And when Emma, Ariana’s estranged sister, shows up with a shocking revelation—a fake pregnancy—Ariana finds herself in the middle of chaos she never signed up for. With betrayals, hidden agendas, and an undeniable pull between them, will Ethan and Ariana’s contract marriage last a year… or will it end in heartbreak?

The ER receives a patient in the middle of the night. Despite being the doctor on duty, I use the excuse of suffering from a stomachache to duck into the washroom. Instead, the new pretentious doctor, Scarlett York, is the one taking the lead in saving the patient's life. In my previous life, I put in all of my effort to save the patient's life. That was how I managed to revive him. But when the patient woke up, he claimed that I had broken four of his ribs, so he demanded compensation from me. The hospital also suspended me from my position and made me reflect on my actions just because I drank a bottle of glucose that I paid for. At the same time, Scarlett accused me of selling the medical equipment, which led to me getting fired by the hospital. To make things worse, the patient's family decided to get revenge on me by stabbing me with a blade. When I open my eyes again, I've returned to the day the patient is sent to the ER.

My ex-wife, Erica Scarver, who's the head nurse of the hospital, devotes her efforts into saving an ICU patient. Meanwhile, I, the hospital dean, just start a livestream calmly. A few minutes later, the patient is out of the critical state. But Erica collapses instantly because she contracts the virus instead. "Hurry up and save your ex-wife! She's now infected because there's a hole in her protective suit! She's in a critical condition right now!" The medical staff looks at me worriedly. After all, I'm the most renowned medical expert in the entire hospital. But I remain unmoved. "Why should I save her? Don't you know that I've just wrapped up a surgery, so I can't enter the quarantine zone at all?"

Ethan Carter is an international captain for Delta Air Lines. I'd been engaged to him for five years. In those five years,the only time I ever asked him to indulge me was when I sent him a photo of my mother's flight journal. That journal recorded the route she'd flown on her last trip: Boston to Paris. Her health was already failing by then. I wanted Ethan to mark that route for me, and paste it on the last page of the memorial album. He just replied, "I've got a transatlantic flight tomorrow. Flight safety isn't for humoring people." Last week Ethan came home on leave, and while I was sorting his luggage, I found a waterproof document pouch tucked in a lining. Inside was a full set of simulator debrief materials. A name was written on the cover: Claire Bennett. A young first officer at Delta, the rookie Ethan had personally mentored these past two years as she pushed for her international route certification. I opened to the first page. From takeoff roll to stall recovery to approach deviation, every page carried Ethan's handwritten notes. Red circles, blue underlines, black annotations, the handwriting crisp, just like the man himself. A private recommendation letter was tucked into the pouch. He wrote that Claire had "steady judgment, an exceptional capacity to learn, and the potential to join a transatlantic flight crew." Every word was restrained, and every word was precise. The most recent file had been modified last Valentine's Day. That day I'd booked a restaurant. Ethan said he was prepping for a flight and couldn't have dinner with me. I didn't cry. I didn't ask. I picked up my phone and booked a one-way ticket to Seattle. Seattle's air medical transport program was hiring a lead physician. I used to think the future between Ethan and me was something I had to wait for: wait for him to fly less, wait for him to be less busy, wait for him to finally have a spare moment to glance at my journal. I didn't want to wait anymore.