Chapter 4

As soon as I stepped through the hospital entrance, Dr. Rachel, the head of surgery, grabbed me and rushed me inside.

"Bennett, thank God you're here. We just got a car accident victim with intracranial hemorrhaging, and we also discovered an intracranial aneurysm."

"You're the only one in our hospital who's performed this type of surgery. Get ready quickly."

I asked about the patient's condition in detail—there was no immediate life-threatening danger for now.

I watched Dylan preparing to change into his surgical scrubs and said calmly:

"Director, as you know about my recent situation, I'm really not in any condition to perform surgery."

Hearing my words, the director's face flashed with hesitation, but she couldn't think of anyone more suitable than me.

Watching the director's forehead break out in sweat from anxiety, I tentatively suggested:

"Director, don't panic yet. I'll find someone to come over. They should make it in time."

Dylan, who had just been looking pleased, suddenly went pale.

Before the director could respond, he anxiously objected.

"No!"

The director and I both looked at him. His face showed a flash of awkwardness.

"I mean... the patient might not be able to wait. Since Dr. Bennett is here, just let Dr. Bennett do it."

The director looked at me somewhat hesitantly.

"Bennett, why don't you go ahead and do it?"

Before I could speak, Dylan's eyes turned red with urgency.

"Dr. Bennett, I know you're still angry at me for stealing your spotlight, but you really can't just watch someone die."

As he spoke, his eyes filled with tears.

Seeing him cry, Victoria's face filled with heartache, and she looked at me with an even darker expression.

"Bennett, that's enough! I never realized you were such a cold-blooded person."

"Just go do the surgery and let Dylan assist you."

I looked at her coldly.

"How am I being cold-blooded? I understand my own condition. I'm not suitable to perform such a complex surgery right now."

"And I already said I would find someone to replace me for this surgery."

My words left Victoria speechless.

But then Dylan suddenly dropped to his knees in front of me, crying.

"Dr. Bennett, I was wrong. I can resign. I'll never appear in front of you again."

"But the patient in the operating room really can't wait. I'm begging you on his behalf—please save him."

His actions instantly ignited the anger of everyone present against me.

"Is this even a doctor? This is a butcher."

"How can he be so cold-blooded, refusing to save a life?"

Then someone shouted:

"I just saw online that someone exposed him—he refuses surgery when families don't give him money under the table."

This was like adding fuel to fire, pushing everyone's anger to its peak.

No one would listen to my explanations anymore. The scene instantly descended into chaos, with people rushing at me to attack.

"Beat this heartless doctor who refuses to save lives to death!"

"Kill him!"

I was surrounded by the crowd. I don't know who kicked my knee viciously.

"You beast, get down on your knees!"

I collapsed in pain, clearly hearing the sound of bone cracking.

Then someone grabbed my hair and slammed my head against the floor.

"You unscrupulous doctor who values money over lives—confess!"

My forehead instantly began bleeding, and my vision kept going dark.

Unable to resist, I could only curl up on the ground with my arms protecting my head while the crowd beat me.

Their fists rained down on me like a storm.

I don't know who kicked me viciously in the abdomen—I immediately spat out a mouthful of blood.

Only then did security arrive to control the angry mob.

The director and several colleagues helped me up as I was about to lose consciousness.

Looking up, I saw the satisfaction in Dylan's eyes.

He wanted to force me to perform this surgery, then use the same trick again.

He wanted to step on me to gain higher honors while I would be completely destroyed with no chance of recovery.

He was paving his path to advancement with my flesh and blood.

"Dr. Bennett, please just agree. Otherwise, we can't save you either."

Dylan's expression was earnest as he pressured me once more.

I silently scanned the faces of everyone present—angry ones, mocking ones, and those waiting to see me humiliated.

Among them were patients I had treated.

But now they all glared at me like I was their enemy.

Just then, my phone rang.