Delyth was taken aback, her face red in embarrassment. She knew convincing Dr. Clark would be difficult, but she never knew it would be so humiliating. She might be in a wheelchair now, but she was the country’s renowned ballet dancer. How could he demean her like that?
"Dr. Clark, I —"
"Enough!" Jason snapped. His voice wasn’t loud, but it was so cold that it almost froze the crowd around them. "Don’t cross my patience, Ms. Ember. I might be warm and gentle to my patients, but I won’t sit back and casually take people badmouthing my family."
The doctors, nurse and Delyth flinched, and so did Dr. Cred. For a moment, dreadful silence filled the air as if everyone was scared to make any noise. But after the briefest second, people recovered.
The nurses who had just attended the conference started first. Their voices were merely a whisper but given how to silence the air around, it rang clear to the ears.
"We just praised his voice as charismatic; never imagined it to be scary at moments too."
"True, this woman is also acting strange. Why does she have to pretend like this? If she doesn’t know Dr Clark, why does she have to speak like she has known him for ages?"
"Oh, you don’t know, she is desperate to get her legs treated. Her boyfriend has also arranged the best surgeon for her, but she didn’t look satisfied. I heard from Lily that she was even giving a hard time to Jena, asking her to bring Dr. Clark for her."
"How crazy? Does she not know that Dr. Clark doesn’t practice in our hospital."
Those comments only doubled Delyth’s embarrassment. Shaking her head, she glared at the nurses and shouted, "I am not crazy. I just want Dr. Clark to treat me, treat my legs. What’s crazy about that? If you were in my situation, wouldn’t you want the best doctor to treat you as well?"
"We might, obviously," one of the nurses replied, her tone a bit haughty with righteousness, "But for that, I won’t pretend to have fake relationships with her. That’s disgraceful."
"You —"
Dr. Cred cleared his throat, giving a side glare to the nurses. Understanding his warning, the nurse no longer spoke. He then turned to Delyth and frowned. Shifting his gaze to the nurse, he signalled to take away her and the nurse nodded to him, before leaning in to pry away Delyth’s fingers that were clutching the wheel.
Getting frantic, Delyth was about to yell and shout when Ryan’s voice gave her some hope.
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Ryan’s frown didn’t ease but he shifted his gaze to the old dean and asked, "You ordered her to wheel her back to the room? As far as I know, this side of the hospital is not a prohibited area where the patients can’t walk on their wheels. Given that you ordered your people to take her away, wasn’t it an oppressive behavior?"
Dr. Cred shook his head. "Definitely not, Mr. Foster. We treat our patients with kindness, oppressing them is not what we do. But we do care for our hospital’s reputation. We can’t allow any patient to ruin it in front of our esteemed guest we have invited with great struggle."
Ryan didn’t understand. He would have supported Delyth blindly if it was the past, but coming to know her real attitude, he can’t do the same. Glancing down at her, he was about to ask what was happening but before he could, Delyth herself shook her head.
"I didn’t do any such thing, Ryan," she said. Almost crying with tears. "I didn’t do anything. I was just here for Dr. Clark. I was here to request him to help me with the surgery."
And then Ryan realized what Delyth had said to him last night. Understanding what must have happened, he nodded to her, assuring her to believe before turning to Dr. Cred. "Is Dr. Clark, the esteemed guest you mentioned?"
Dr. Cred nodded and was about to explain the situation further when Ryan asked interrupting him.
"Where is he?"
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