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Jayden was extremely excited. His hand holding the documents was trembling.
“So, does this mean that with this drug, we can win the Nobel Prize in Medicine?!”
Henry nodded, then waved his hand nonchalantly.
“That’s not important. What matters is that these drugs can help patients alleviate their pain and cure them.”
Henry believed that saving lives and healing patients was the fundamental goal of being a doctor, and personal honors were not that important. However, Jayden didn’t share the same view. “Saving lives and personal honors are equally important.”
Henry didn’t argue with him. Everyone pursued different things, so there would naturally be some differences in thinking among different people. And it didn’t cause harm.
As the two of them happily flipped through the documents, the department head walked in with a smile and patted Henry’s shoulder.
“Mr. Simpson, well done. This time, the Nobel Prize in Medicine is definitely yours!”
Henry scratched the back of his head sheepishly.
“It’s all thanks to the team. Mr. Sherwood has also been a great help.”
The department head glanced at Jayden and smiled.
“He only assisted from the side. When the award comes, you will be the one to receive it.”
After speaking, the director patted Jayden’s shoulder again.
“Mr. Sherwood, you are also excellent. I believe that soon, you will have great achievements just like Mr. Simpson.”
Jayden gripped the papers in his hand, exerting some force, but not showing any sign of pride on the surface.
“I will work hard.”
After sitting in the office all morning, Jayden stood up and went to find Henry.
“Mr. Simpson, are you working on your thesis?”
Henry shifted his gaze away from the computer screen and smiled at him.
“The experiment was successful. The deputy director told me to finish the thesis quickly, as it will determine whether we can win an award!”
After nodding, Jayden looked at Henry, who had already returned his attention to typing on the keyboard.
“Mr. Simpson, I have a surgery in the afternoon, but my hand is injured and I’m afraid I can’t perform it. The patient can’t wait, so how about you help me?” Henry hesitated a bit.
“I can assist you in the surgery, but I’m not familiar with your patient…”
“Don’t worry, I’ll go into the operating room with you and guide you.”
Upon hearing Jayden say this, Henry, who was usually kind-hearted, nodded without hesitation.
“Okay.”
At two o’clock in the afternoon, Henry took the lead in the surgery with Jayden assisting. However, a major accident occurred.
The patient died on the operating table, and the hospital leaders, including the hospital director Stella, rushed over.
The deceased patient was an international medical expert. Although he was old and retired, he still held a lofty position in the medical field worldwide.
A surgery that should have been a sure success resulted in the patient’s death due to the mistake of the lead surgeon, Henry. Hundreds of family members of the patient gathered at the hospital entrance. Henry leaned against the wall, his eyes fixed on the dripping blood from the sterile surgical gown. He couldn’t understand why such a simple surgery would turn into a medical accident…
A group of doctors and nurses walked to the handwashing sink in the hallway, removing their gloves and sterilizing their hands with soap, chatting with each other.
“Mr. Simpson is so unlucky. He helped Mr. Sherwood with the surgery and ended up causing an accident. Who is responsible for this?”
“Who else but Mr. Simpson? It wasn’t Mr. Sherwood who performed the surgery…”
“That’s true, but Mr. Sherwood should still bear some responsibility.”
One of the head nurses glanced at the doctor who responded, “It doesn’t matter who takes responsibility now. What’s important is that the family of the deceased unanimously believes it was intentional on Mr. Simpson’s part.”
The doctor’s hand-washing motion paused, and he looked up to ask the head nurse, “What are you saying?”
After glancing around, the head nurse lowered her voice and whispered in the doctor’s ear, “The deceased was a renowned medical expert internationally. He had previously had some disagreements with Mr. Simpson in terms of medical philosophy. They argued in the consultation room, and the expert was quite angry. After leaving, he cursed Mr. Simpson, calling him an inflexible and mediocre doctor.”
The doctor nodded and said, “So, it seems that the deceased and Mr. Simpson had some conflict. No wonder the family is accusing Mr. Simpson of intentional harm.”
Another doctor nearby didn’t like hearing this and said, “Mr. Simpson is not that petty. How could he intentionally harm a patient over such a small matter? Maybe he even forgot about it. Otherwise, when Mr. Sherwood asked him for help, he would have definitely refused. How could he be generous enough to perform surgery for the patient…”
The doctor at the front turned and scanned the others, saying, “It’s useless to talk about this now. The deceased’s family is firmly suspecting him. Even if Mr. Simpson had ten mouths, he wouldn’t be able to explain.”
The head nurse asked, “What do the hospital leaders say?”
The doctor replied, “They’re still in a meeting. I don’t know how they will resolve it.”
The doctor who previously mentioned that Henry had a conflict with the deceased spoke again, “In my opinion, Mr. Simpson will bear the brunt of this. It’s clear that the patient was specifically targeting him. The hospital leaders don’t need to push another excellent doctor into taking responsibility. The impact is already significant enough. Sacrificing one doctor for the sake of the hospital’s image is the most pruden solution…”
These conversations among the doctors and nurses reached Henry’s ears.
He leaned against another sink, his whole body blocked by the sink, and no one noticed he was there. Jayden pushed open the door to the operating room corridor and saw Henry huddled in a corner, looking lost.
“Mr. Simpson.”
Jayden’s voice startled the doctors and nurses, who didn’t expect the person involved to be there. They quickly left.
Jayden glanced at them, then shifted his gaze back to Henry.
“Mr. Simpson, I didn’t know something would go wrong with this surgery, otherwise I wouldn’t have asked for your help. I’m really sorry for putting you in this situation.”
Henry didn’t say anything, his eyes lowered, still deep in thought about where the problem might lie.
Observing this, Jayden slowly sat down on the floor next to Henry.
“Mr. Simpson, the patient was old, and there are inherent risks with this type of surgery. Don’t blame yourself too much.”
Only then did Henry raise his eyes and look sideways at Jayden, who was sitting next to him.
“Mr. Sherwood, besides cardiovascular disease, does the patient have any other hidden illnesses that were not detected during routine screenings?”
Jayden lowered his head and thought for a moment before shaking his head gently.
