I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2830 - 1756: Justice Will Prevail!

Licheng.

The Maternal and Child Health Hospital caught in the storm.

Director’s office.

Standing in front of a wall of floor-to-ceiling glass, the over fifty-year-old director has one hand in his pocket, the other holding a cigarette, his brows tightly knitted, his white coat immaculate.

The hospital has returned to order.

But public opinion continues to ferment.

The crowd causing trouble at the entrance is gone, yet he can still sense media and reporters lurking in unnoticed corners, like filthy flies.

Right.

And then there are the suddenly awakened public-minded celebrities.

Those damn entertainers.

Despicable bunch.

They’re not satisfied making their money and insist on meddling.

Is his the only hospital where medical accidents happen?

The director takes a deep drag on his cigarette. Perhaps due to recent stress, a few new wrinkles have etched onto his forehead. He exhales smoke, looking down at the hospital, calm but quite desolate.

Just like today’s weather.

The haze is temporary.

The memory of a fish isn’t just seven seconds, yet as an expert in the medical field, he knows that human memory isn’t necessarily long.

Time can digest everything.

Corpses will decay.

The heat will also dissipate.

The director pinches out the cigarette butt, the glasses on his nose reflecting the cold light of winter.

"Ring ring..."

The black landline on the desk rang.

The director adjusted his glasses, turned around, walked to the desk, and picked up the receiver.

"Hello."

"The mediation failed."

Upon hearing the voice on the other end, the director, who holds absolute authority in the hospital, changed his expression immediately, but the content that followed soon froze his respectful demeanor on his face.

"Is that family so stubborn?"

Absent were the warmth and kindness seen on the honor wall; the director’s voice was gloomy and deep.

"They plan to go to River City for an autopsy."

The director’s pupils shook, and he blurted out, "Absolutely not!"

Before the words fell, he realized his rudeness, promptly adjusted his tone, "I mean, the tragedy has already occurred; why continue to torment the child? It’s best to let them rest in peace soon."

"That’s your opinion. Others may not accept it."

"Measures can be taken." The director quickly replied.

Silence on the other end.

The director took a deep breath, "Even if an autopsy is necessary, it can be done locally. Why go to great lengths, right?"

"I think it’s pointless."

The director was stunned, his brows furrowing into a shape, as he opened his mouth but hadn’t organized his thoughts, hearing the voice from the receiver again.

"The situation is more serious than you think. You need to adjust your mindset and abandon wishful thinking."

A simple sentence, yet like a drum in the morning and evening, shocked the director to his core.

Sitting in this position is not because of how superior his medical skills are.

He didn’t respond for a long while.

The other party wasn’t surprised, understanding his mood, and thus followed with comfort.

"Mistakes are not terrifying. As long as they’re remedied in time, they haven’t set out yet; everything is still possible."

Standing in the office with the most power in the hospital, the director couldn’t help but bow slightly, "I understand."

"Beep—"

The call was straightforwardly hung up.

The director slowly put down the receiver, his eyes hollow, after a long time, his jaw muscles tightened, and the gaze behind the glasses flashed with determination.

He retrieved his phone from his white coat.

"Xiao Xiao, come to my office."

In just about twenty minutes.

A man around forty knocked on the office door, received permission, entered swiftly, dressed casually, with dust at the edge.

"Director."

Behind the desk, the director sat in his exclusive position, nodding with an expressionless face, "Sit."

The man called Xiao Xiao closed the office door, walked to the desk, sat down respectfully, then with a smile, probed:

"Director, when can I return to work?"

Causing a fatal incident, with such overwhelming public opinion, as the chief surgeon, he surely was suspended.

But bear in mind.

The cultivation of each medical talent is extremely difficult, a valuable asset to be cherished.

If a hospital is compared to a company, then doctors are employees, and excellent doctors are outstanding employees.

Suspending an outstanding employee is undoubtedly a loss for the company.

"What you need to consider now is not when to return to work."

Recognizing the tone, Director Xiao, who was once the hospital’s sharp tool before the incident, changed his expression, painstakingly explaining once again: "Director, in this accident, I indeed bear undeniable responsibility. I’m willing to compensate the family, thirty thousand, from my own pocket, without the hospital’s burden."

"Thirty thousand, do you think they lack your thirty thousand?"

"If they continue to make trouble, they’ll get nothing!"

Director Xiao couldn’t control his emotions for a moment; hasn’t he been suffering during this period?

He’s suffering too.

Although perhaps not as deeply as the family, his sleep quality is also affected—look at the several bloodshot eyes he now has.

"Director, I am also for the hospital..."

He softened his tone, continuing to reason with sentiment.

"Is it for the hospital? It’s for yourself."

The director interrupted coldly, without emotion: "To advance your title, to provide clinical data for your paper, you arbitrarily changed the surgical plan, resulting in tragedy..."

Director Xiao opened his mouth to argue.

But his leader had lost patience, with a "bang," slammed the table hard.

"You act on selfish desire, disregarding human life! Do you understand how bad the influence is?!"

Director Xiao, summoned by a call, was a bit perplexed.

He thought it would be good news, after all, "so long" has passed, who knew it turned out contrary, even starkly opposite, his previously fellow companion director shifted attitude 180°, seeming ready to abandon him.

"You, go surrender. Explain everything honestly."

Not just seemingly.

The director pressurefully stared at him, decisively opting for sacrificing the pawn to save the queen—no, it was eliminating the close relationship.

"Director?"

Director Xiao was shocked, his face full of disbelief, "If I surrender, everything ends for me..."

"It’s only a few years. You just lose freedom, your family can still live carefree. But that family will live with pain for a lifetime."

Director Xiao suddenly stood up.

As a socially respected, famous and profitable elite talent, how could he accept becoming a prisoner?

"No! I can’t! Director, do you know how difficult it was for me to reach this point? I studied so hard, worked so hard, director, it’s not just me doing this, isn’t the hospital..."

"Shut up!"

"This is not a discussion. It’s an order!"

Director Xiao shivered at the sudden roar, looking at the now fierce director, lost soul, then nervously chuckled.

"Alright, I’ll surrender, surrender."

He nodded, then absently turned, subconsciously clenched his hand, heavy steps toward the office door, his gaze slowly revealing frantic madness.

At the same time.

From the director’s cold, heartless gaze behind his glasses, he could see the unwillingness to fate.