Chapter 5

The surrounding medical staff immediately started whispering, their voices laced with sarcasm and mockery.

“I heard even the patent for the heart valve she developed belongs to the hospital now.” “Serves her right. Someone needed to humble her arrogance.”

I unpinned my ID badge and dropped it onto the floor.

“Brandon Miller.”

“I’ll sign it.”

“As you wish, I’ll leave.”

I turned, my white coat brushing against a bottle of iodine, sending it tumbling.

Brandon’s voice instantly rang out.

“Stop right there!”

I paused, but didn’t turn back.

“Amelia Hayes, you think resigning is the end of it?” “You haven’t completed your handover yet!”

“Tomorrow’s community outreach clinic, you’ll show up and do your work, no questions asked.”

“If you dare to skip, I’ll make sure the entire medical system knows that the esteemed cardiac surgery specialist refused to even take a poor old man’s blood pressure.”

I slammed to a halt, utterly incredulous. Stealing all my credit wasn't enough? He wanted me to stay and be publicly humiliated even further?

A cold smirk played on Brandon’s lips.

“Perfect, Chloe just won the Golden Scalpel Award for Young Physicians. She needs an assistant who’s familiar with the procedures. Starting today, you’re in charge of her award ceremony preparations.”

He slapped a patient chart against my chest. “If anything goes wrong at the awards ceremony…”

“You know what the Medical Malpractice Investigations Unit has been looking into lately.”

Chloe immediately smiled, her eyes sharp as knives. “Don’t worry, Brandon. I’ll make sure to ‘guide’ Assistant Hayes properly.”

The next few days were pure hell.

I became her speechwriter, even her awards gown alteration seamstress.

Every time she wanted to humiliate me, she chose the daily general meeting, making the entire hospital staff watch as she tossed away the research materials I had organized overnight, treating them like trash.

On the day of the awards ceremony.

The host’s voice boomed, inviting Chloe Davis to the stage to deliver her speech.

Chloe, beaming with smug satisfaction, strutted onto the stage in her high heels.

“Thank you to all the esteemed fellows and leaders for your guidance! This breakthrough in minimally invasive cardiac surgery, first and foremost, I must thank my fiancé, Mr. Brandon Miller.”

That was fast. The divorce cooling-off period wasn’t even over, and she was already wearing an engagement ring.

She gazed deeply at Brandon, who was seated in the front row, prompting a round of applause from the entire audience.

Suddenly, she changed her tone, bringing up a set of data charts.

“To be honest, leading this nation’s first transapical mitral valve repair surgery, I was quite apprehensive.”

“You see, in the preliminary research, the traditional surgical approach had a 30% risk of valve displacement.”

“If it weren’t for our team discovering the risk of valve anchor detachment during the surgery and promptly switching to traditional suturing techniques…”

She casually dismissed my decade of hard work as a potential medical accident, subtly implying that she had stepped in to save the day.

The hall immediately erupted in whispers.

“So, Amelia Hayes’s patent was that dangerous.” “No wonder Patient 3 had reflux after surgery last time.” “Dr. Davis truly has a compassionate heart.”

After the meeting, she cornered me by the elevator, holding out her hand.

“Hand over the USB drive. Patient 001’s surgery, I’m the lead surgeon now. Give me his private contact information. I need to personally discuss the surgical plan. As for you…”

She scoffed disdainfully. “You can go to HR and pick up your resignation forms.”