The door clicked shut with a sharp, terrifying sound.Jason walked behind Director Ferdinand, his shoes dragging against the carpet as if he were carrying heavy iron chains. His mind was in a complete, chaotic haze. Every step felt like he was walking toward the electric chair.Ferdinand didn't say a single word. He walked behind his executive desk, sat down in his leather armchair, and leaned forward. His face was entirely stern, dark, and completely unreadable."Sit down, Jason," Ferdinand commanded, pointing toward the empty chair opposite him.Jason swallowed hard, his throat dry as bone. He pulled out the chair and sat down stiffly on the edge, not daring to lean back."I called you in here because we need to address a few things," Ferdinand said, his voice flat and heavy. "Right now, I need to evaluate you on two critical matters that will define your future at this hospital."Before Jason could even process those terrifying words, Ferdinand reached into his drawer, pulled out a

Jason sat frozen on the edge of his chair, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. The terrifying thought of Lauren, Bolton Chase, or the police crashing down on his new promotion made his palms sweat."Wh-who called?" Jason stammered, his voice cracking slightly as he stared across the desk. "Director Bolt, please... just tell me. Was it... was it about my personal life?"Ferdinand Bolt didn't look angry or disappointed at all. Instead, the stern, ironclad expression on his face completely melted away, giving way to a warm, knowing smile. He leaned back in his leather chair and chuckled softly."Relax, Jason. Breathe," Ferdinand said calmly, raising a hand. "You look like a man waiting to hear his death sentence. It wasn't your wife. It wasn't the police. And it certainly wasn't your father-in-law."Jason let out a long, shaky breath, feeling the crushing weight on his chest lift just a fraction. He wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead. "Then... who on earth call

WEE-WOO! WEE-WOO! WEE-WOO!The blinding red emergency strobe lights flashed wildly across the ceiling of the hospital’s VIP corridor, casting a frantic, bloody glow over the walls.Jason Hart and Chief Director Ferdinand Bolt sprinted side by side down the hallway, their feet pounding against the tiled floor. The deafening wail of the Code Red alarm vibrated through the air, but long before they even reached the double doors of the VIP suite, a voice cut through the chaos like a whip.It wasn't a cry for help. It was a roar of absolute fury."All I need is for you incompetence-filled doctors to cure my father right now!"The voice echoed down the corridor, dripping with intense authority, blinding wealth, and sheer, unfiltered desperation.Jason and Ferdinand slowed their pace as they reached the open doorway of the private suite. Inside, a gorgeously dressed woman with sharp, aristocratic features stood beside a massive medical bed. Her face was flushed red with rage, her designer ha

Jason kept his face deadpan, his dark eyes cold and unwavering as he stared right through Maria."It's working hours, Miss Maria," Jason said, his voice dropping into a flat, steady tone that cut cleanly through the noise. "I am a doctor on duty in this hospital, not here for casual, trashy gossip."Maria’s friend shrieked with high-pitched, dramatic laughter, clutching her handbag tightly against her chest."Listen to the housewife talk big!" the friend mocked, rolling her eyes in pure disbelief. "Do you even know how to write a simple prescription without asking Lauren for permission first?! Maria, I can't believe this guy actually thinks he's a real doctor!"Maria’s face twisted into an ugly, furious scowl as she pointed a manicured finger straight toward the open door."Shut your mouth and get out of my sight!" Maria snapped, her voice booming across the VIP room. "My father is the most powerful entrepreneur in this entire city! A useless, low-tier clinic servant like you isn't ev

The heavy double doors of Operating Room One swung open, and the bright, sterile white light of the hallway spilled over the metal gurney.The Chairman of the Grand Dunaris Group lay peacefully on the bed, his breathing steady and his color finally returning to a healthy, normal shade. The two-hour surgical nightmare had ended in complete triumph. Thanks to Jason Hart's superhuman composure and flawless medical skill, the city's most powerful corporate titan had been pulled safely back from the absolute brink of death.The tired surgical team carefully wheeled the stable chairman down the corridor and transferred him into the high-security VIP Intensive Care recovery unit.While the nurses adjusted the IV drips and hooked up the final heart monitors, Jason, Ferdinand, and the rest of the surgical staff walked back to the scrub room to strip off their bloody gowns and wash up.As Jason turned off the sink faucet and pulled a paper towel from the dispenser, the door to the scrub room fl