Husband revoked my medical license, but richest man will seek my treatment

On the day of the difficult-case consultation assessment, I had three core pathological data points maliciously tampered with.

My husband Liam, who was one of the review experts, tore up my attending physician qualification certificate in front of everyone:

“If you can’t even interpret a pathology report correctly, you might as well go to the records room and be a clerk!”

His “white moonlight”—the newly rotating intern Vanessa—covered her mouth and laughed quietly:

“Sister Clara has focused on internal medicine for too long. It’s normal for her surgical diagnostic thinking to become rigid.