The Surgeon They Couldn’t Afford to Lose

Summary

The Head of Surgery’s roar still echoed in my ears, yet all I felt was utter absurdity. Just because I, a neurosurgeon, had treated a patient’s head wound, my assistant had turned around and reported me. "Hospital regulations prohibit operating beyond your level, Dr. Ellis, you're fired!" When he flung those words at me, I couldn’t help but ask—who in this entire hospital could stitch better than me? But the Head of Surgery only sighed helplessly: "Dr. Ellis, when a superior takes over a subordinate's work, it counts as exceeding your level."

"Suturing is an assistant's responsibility. Your job is to be the lead surgeon!" His words were like a thorn, drawing a cold laugh from me. As I left the hospital without a backward glance, I thought this was just a minor blip in my career. It wasn't until a week later, when the news came that the billionaire's father urgently needed brain surgery and specifically requested me as the lead surgeon, that I heard the Head of Surgery had completely panicked.

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