The Rejected Trillionaire Surgeon

CHAPTER 4

“Oh, Lewis, stop it,”

Jaxon woke up to his wife giggling like a high school student who just found love.

“You really want to fly me out to Canada again? Hmm... only if you promise to be a bad boy.”

Jaxon tried hard to control the anger rising in him. His wife no longer hid her flirting.

Rosey rolled out of bed, not sparing him a glance. She was still on the call, walking barefoot toward the kitchen in her robe.

“Did you miss me, Agent Brooks? Or are you just addicted to my voice?”

On the other end, Lewis Brooks chuckled. “You know the answer, Rosey. You normally leave me starving.”

Rosey laughed. “Poor baby… and here I am, tolerating a man not fit to be called a husband.”

Jaxon sat up.

Rosey hissed. “Unfortunately. You’d think with all this, he’d at least be interesting. But nope; he’s as dry as toast.”

Jaxon looked at her. “Rosey, you do realize I can hear you, right?”

Her eyes met his in the mirror’s reflection. “And? This is an open marriage, Jax.”

“An open marriage?... A decision you singlehandedly made.”

“Ohh…sorry hun, I don't care how you feel.” She rolled her eyes. “You're a nobody, and I'm the Governor's daughter.”

She was right, but…

“I have never agreed to your idea of an open marriage.” He said.

“Well, that's your problem to deal with.”

She return to the phone, her voice soft but mocking. “Sorry, baby, the janitor decided to speak.”

Static, then Lewis chuckled. “Tell him to go mop something.”

The words hit Jaxon like a hammer; there and then he inwardly swore to deal with the DSS, someday.

“You know,” Rosey said softly, a venomous sweetness lacing her tone, “sometimes I wonder how a man like him ended up with someone like me.”

At the other end, the baboon of a DSS laughed hard and long. Funny joke.

While brushing his teeth, his phone rang. It was Charles Harrow.

Jaxon answered with a flat, “Sir?”

“Janitor,” Charles snapped. “Get your worthless self to OR Block C. Now.”

Jaxon didn’t reply. He just ended the call, rinsed his mouth, and dressed quickly. Rosey was still cooing into the phone when he left.

He walked to the hospital dressed in his janitor uniform. From his appearance, none could guess he was the CEO.

Inside, everyone was rushing as two luxury sedans pulled up in the front lot; and out stepped two legendary figures in medicine. Dr. Eric Wen from Tokyo and Dr. Moore Lorney from Sweden.

Both had been summoned for that one impossible surgery case: a near-mythical surgery with less than 1% success rate.

“Welcome, Doctors! We weren’t expecting you so soon. It is an honor!” Charles Harrow offered a handshake.

“We were informed of an anonymous sponsor with urgency,” said Dr. Wen. “We assumed your board arranged it?”

Charles replied. “Yes of course, Brattson is always ready.”

Jaxon smiled faintly; he was the “anonymous sponsor.”

As the surgeons were escorted in, Jaxon received a message on the internal hospital network. His alternate CEO account had been pinged:

“Surgeons have arrived. Brain transplant scheduled in 8 hours. Prepare the conference room.”

He hurriedly deleted the notification.

In the prep room, staff scrambled to impress the guests, but Dr. Shirley Moss was already waiting, arms crossed, tapping her heel impatiently.

Charles swaggered in beside her, trying to act superior.

When everyone had settled, the doctors studied the brain scans on the screen while Shirley raised a brow.

“There is no clean path and vascular density is too high around the cerebellum,” she said.

Dr. Wen frowned. “There is risk of motor collapse if we proceed without mapped simulation.”

“It has never been done before.” Dr. Lorney said.

Dr. Wen tapped his pen anxiously against the table. “We’re at a dead end. The patient’s neural pathways are too fragile for standard protocols.”

Charles Harrow, slammed his fist lightly on the table. “We’ve run every simulation. Shirley, any ideas? This is your specialty.”

Dr. Shirley Moss, scanned the simulation once more. “If the tissue rejection rate spikes, the patient will be dead. So we will need an innovative approach.”

Dr. Lorney, shifted uncomfortably. “It’s hard to say, but this is beyond us.”

They have hit a major roadblock which surpassed their years of experience and expertise.

Then Jaxon stepped forward, still holding his mop.

“Pardon, Doctors,” he said, voice humble but steady. “May I offer a suggestion?”

Charles scoffed. “You? Get back to your bucket.”

Dr. Wen and Lorney laughed, what business does a janitor have with surgery?

“Let him speak.” Dr. Shirley cut in.

Jaxon moved to the board. Using the simulation tablet, he adjusted three variables, changed incision angles, and re-mapped the approach. Within moments, the screen pinged:

“SUCCESSFUL PATH FOUND. RISK MARGIN: 6%”

Everyone froze.

Dr. Lorney turned. “Wait…How… Did you do that?”

Jaxon bowed slightly. “Just intuition and foresight.”

A quiet laugh bubbled from Charles, he couldn't believe his eyes as Dr. Shirley looked at Jaxon with admiration.

The corridor buzzed after the brainstorming session. News of “the janitor who solved the impossible” had spread like wildfire across departments.

Nurses whispered. Orderlies stared. Even resident surgeons were asking: “Who is that guy?”

At the doctors’ lounge, Charles caught up with Dr. Shirley. Over the days, he had begun to nurse some romantic feelings for her.

“Shirley,” Charles panted just as she stepped into the lounge.

“Yes?” She was still thinking about the janitor.

“That guy, Jaxon. He’s not staff, he’s a stray the hospital took in,” Charles said casually, sipping from a paper cup. “Barely literate. I’d be careful if I were you.”

She turned to him slowly. “He didn’t look illiterate when he reprogrammed that interface you couldn’t figure out.”

Charles watched her painfully as she walked off, pride trailing behind her.

He turned to Supervisor Gregg, waiting by the glass door. His voice dropped. “That woman is mine. I couldn’t help but watch her drooling at the foolish janitor earlier today.”

Gregg shrugged. “Maybe she’s just impressed.”

“Impressed?,” Charles scoffed. “Not by him.”

Later in the day, Jaxon had just finished mopping the east wing when four guards approached and whisked him away to the conference hall, full of doctors, nurses, technicians, and even the two visiting surgeons.

At the front stood Charles, arms folded like an angel on judgement day.

Dr. Shirley stood to the side, arms crossed too.

“This man,” Charles announced, “was caught diverting hospital funds from the executive backend account. A total of $1.2 million”

Gasps filled the room.

Jaxon raised his head slowly. That was a fat lie.

Charles held up a printed sheet. “Our cashier found this transaction. Logged in under your name. Can you explain?”

Jaxon didn’t flinch. “No such transaction exists under my access, sir.”

Charles snorted. “Don’t play smart with me, you fool!”

Supervisor Gregg stepped forward with mock concern. “The Board has suspended you permanently. You'll leave the premises, NOW!”

Jaxon was amused. It was funny how they could permanently suspend the CEO.

“And if you do not return the full amount in 42 hours, legal actions will be taken.”

Charles chipped in; and he was not joking.