While resuscitating a female patient, I hurriedly cut open her bra. My fiancée, Sophia, actually posted a video of me performing chest compressions online: “I know you were saving her, but doesn’t the patient’s privacy matter? And your hands kept touching her chest.” The incident quickly went viral. The hospital leadership didn’t defend me. Instead, they docked my entire year’s bonus and demoted me. Sophia also quickly climbed into bed with my rival. I threw down my ID badge. Since my dedication to saving lives got me labeled a pervert, I might as well just stop trying. I wouldn’t save anyone anymore. This time, the entire hospital panicked. “Logan, this should be a lesson for you. We’re getting married soon, and even if you’re a doctor, you need to have morals!” I looked at Sophia quietly. “Are you done?” She froze. “What—what kind of attitude is that?” “Whatever.” I rolled my eyes. Sophia’s face instantly flushed red, as if she’d been deeply insulted. “Fine! Logan, we’re breaking up!” After screaming that, she grabbed her phone from the table and ran out. The department director, Dr. Morrison, frowned and tapped the desk. “To settle public opinion, you need to write a thorough self-criticism. You’ll read it publicly next week and admit your behavior was inappropriate. This is an order, and also your chance to make things right.” The next day, the hospital intranet and bulletin board simultaneously posted a disciplinary notice about me. The intern, Kevin, secretly messaged me. “Logan, we all believe you. But just put up with it for now, Dr. Morrison is really angry.” I turned off my phone screen. I knew Morrison was deliberately making things difficult for me. He wanted his nephew Ryan to take my attending physician position. Sophia’s little tantrum had given him the perfect excuse. I returned to my workstation and silently turned on my computer. I printed out all the files for the critical patients I was responsible for. Then I deleted all the data from the computer. A week later, at the hospital conference. Dr. Morrison stood on stage criticizing me. “Given Dr. Logan Mitchell’s unprofessional conduct, the hospital has decided to revoke his attending physician position.” The audience was dead silent. “Now, let’s give a warm round of applause to welcome our new cardiac surgery physician, Dr. Ryan Morrison!” Ryan stood up smugly and nodded to everyone. Dr. Morrison looked at him with satisfaction and announced: “Starting today, Ryan will officially take over Logan’s duties.” I sat in the corner, expressionless.
Ryan walked to my workstation and tapped the desk with his finger. “Hey, you can move your stuff now. Your new spot is in that corner over there. Also, leave your work computer. I need to check it to make sure you didn’t take any core department files.” I looked up at him, said nothing, and started packing my personal belongings. He seemed unsatisfied and added another jab. “Oh, and from now on, your words and actions in the department should reflect our professionalism. Don’t act like some kind of pervert.” I stopped what I was doing and asked him a medical question: “What are the diagnostic criteria and key differentiating factors for Takotsubo cardiomyopathy?” Ryan’s expression visibly stiffened, and he stammered, “Well… that obviously depends on the patient’s specific condition.” I gave him a contemptuous look, scoffed, and walked away. I thought back to three years ago when Director Wang personally came to recruit me to work at this hospital. He shook my hand and said, “Logan, we really need you!” Looking back now, what a joke. After my demotion, my workload became much lighter. I no longer participated in any emergency resuscitations. I left work on time every day. Yesterday, a car accident victim arrived in critical condition. The nurse instinctively called for me. I only glanced over and calmly told her: “Go find Ryan. He’s the attending physician.” The nurse said urgently, “Dr. Ryan is in his office. He said he’s organizing some important academic materials!” I didn’t say another word and walked straight out of the ward. I no longer stayed an extra minute for any critical patient. After work, I went to a fencing club. Putting on the heavy protective gear, the helmet, gripping the cold sword handle. I released all my anger and frustration on the fencing strip. The next day, Ryan posted a file in the department group chat. But the content had nothing to do with medicine—it was a set of medical record templates. Seconds later, I received many messages from colleagues. “Logan, what is Ryan doing? Writing medical records like they’re academic papers?” “Is he crazy? We treat patients with medical knowledge, not record templates!” “Ryan doesn’t know how to treat patients at all!!” I didn’t reply to my colleagues. I just turned off my phone. Before, I was the backbone of the department. No matter how complicated the emergency, everyone felt secure with me there. Now, whenever a critical case came in, the whole department became chaotic. Ryan would just stand to the side, ordering others to do this and that, but never doing anything himself. The resentment among colleagues grew stronger. People started privately reminiscing about my efficiency and reliability.
I submitted my vacation request to Dr. Morrison. A full thirty days. This was vacation time I had accumulated over five years. When he saw the request, his face immediately darkened. “Logan, what’s the meaning of this?” He threw the request in my face. “The hospital is short-staffed right now. Requesting such a long vacation—are you deliberately going against me?” He threatened, “Don’t think I won’t just fire you.” I took out the physical examination report I had done a few days ago and placed it on his desk. “Dr. Morrison, I’ve been having irregular heartbeats lately. I need to rest. Long-term high-pressure work isn’t good for the heart. You’re an expert—you should understand.” He picked up the report, looked at it, and his face turned red with anger. But he couldn’t find a reason to refuse, so he had to sign my request. Just as I was about to turn and leave, Sophia appeared again. She was hanging on Ryan’s arm, mocking me: “Dr. Mitchell, taking a hit and running away already? Ryan is so much better than you. He’s a real elite.” Ryan added smugly, “Some people just don’t have the skills or the mental fortitude. Should’ve been weeded out long ago.” I couldn’t be bothered with them and walked straight out of the office. The head nurse called out to me at the end of the hallway. “Dr. Mitchell. That female patient you saved the other day—do you remember her?” I nodded. The head nurse sighed. “She’s the only daughter of Maxwell Group’s CEO. The CEO sent someone to find you, wanting to thank you personally. Unfortunately, Ryan took credit for your work.” I just nodded and thanked the head nurse. Then I boarded the train heading home. The train had just started moving when Kevin the intern called, his voice so anxious he sounded like he was about to cry. “Logan! This is bad! Something huge happened! The CEO of Maxwell Group had a sudden acute myocardial infarction and was brought to our hospital!” “Ryan is the attending physician now. He looked at the ECG and diagnosed acute MI. But because the patient has a special drug allergy history, he’s afraid to use the standard medications!” “He’s been checking references forever and won’t make a decision! Now he’s actually making the family sign a transfer consent form!” I frowned and listened to Kevin continue: “Logan, this is acute MI! If they don’t operate now, the patient will die any minute!” Just as Kevin finished speaking, my phone rang again. It was Dr. Morrison. Dr. Morrison roared through the phone: “Logan! Get your ass back here right now! If anything happens to the Maxwell Group CEO, I’ll make sure you never work again!” I replied calmly. “Dr. Morrison, first, I’m currently on vacation.” “Second, I’m just a junior assistant now. I don’t have the qualifications or the authority to handle emergency surgeries.” “Isn’t Dr. Ryan Morrison the expert on these difficult cases? Why don’t you ask him?” I hung up directly.
Kevin sent another message, his tone filled with panic. “Logan, the CEO’s condition worsened during the ambulance transfer! His heart stopped once!” “The family has gone crazy. They called the hospital director directly to pressure him, saying our hospital is fully responsible!” “The whole hospital is in an uproar now! The director and several deputy directors are all in an emergency meeting!” Then he sent another message. “Dr. Morrison started spreading rumors in the department, saying you deliberately hid the special case files about Maxwell Group to steal credit. He’s saying you kept a key allergy history report, which is why Ryan couldn’t make the right call in time!” “He’s also saying you knew about the CEO’s special condition all along and just didn’t say anything because you wanted to see Ryan fail!” I looked at my phone screen and laughed coldly. Ryan’s ability to shift blame was truly masterful. Before one crisis ended, another began. Another critical patient in the department who had undergone cardiac bypass surgery suddenly went into ventricular fibrillation post-op. The monitor let out a piercing alarm. Kevin’s live updates continued. One of the cardiac treatment machines broke down. One patient missed the optimal rescue window and was now on the brink of death. Another patient’s ECG was about to flatline. The cries of family members, the cursing, mixed with the monitor alarms—the entire cardiac surgery department had descended into chaos. Dr. Morrison’s face went pale. He nearly fainted on the spot. Despair hung over everyone. Dr. Morrison called the German medical equipment company, begging for help. The German engineer said they didn’t have time to come. Then he added: “Perhaps you could contact Professor Carter’s team. I believe one of his excellent students works at your hospital.” Dr. Morrison’s hand froze in mid-air. He suddenly turned his head and stared at Ryan. He knew better than anyone. Professor Carter’s excellent student was me.
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