The Surgeon They Threw Away

I'm sorry, this flight is overbooked. We're compensating you two hundred dollars. Please deplane immediately!

The head flight attendant gripped my suitcase tightly.

I looked at her coldly, then at the man beside her who had just boarded late, dressed head to toe in designer labels.

Why does he get to board when he's late, but I have a ticket and I'm being kicked off?

The flight attendant sneered:

"Because he's the heir to Houston's top medical group! He needs to rush to Houston to see a renowned physician! Could your emergency possibly be more urgent than a life-or-death matter? Now get off!"

Several security guards forcibly dragged me off the plane. I watched as the cabin door closed.

I laughed bitterly.

That heir was dying from a terminal illness.

And I was the miracle doctor his entire family had been begging on their knees for three months, who had finally agreed today to fly to Houston to perform his surgery.

Since they threw me off the plane, I won't be doing this surgery anymore.

I dragged my suitcase step by step to the ticket change counter.

"I want a refund."

I slapped my passport on the counter, my voice filled with resentment.

The counter staff glanced at the screen, looked me up and down, and rolled her eyes.

"Sorry, but since you didn't board for personal reasons, you can only get a two-hundred-dollar refund, not the full amount."

I laughed in fury. "Personal reasons? Your flight was overbooked and you threw me off. That's my personal reason?"

The counter staff's fingers clattered on the keyboard, her face full of impatience.

"Who told you to make a scene in the cabin and disturb the order? You're lucky to get two hundred dollars back. Don't be ungrateful!"

Just then, the sound of high heels approached.

The flight attendant from earlier strutted over arrogantly, holding up her phone that was still recording.

"A broke loser desperately trying to extort money from the airlinetruly desperate for cash!"

"Isn't she just trying to get more compensation? What's with the high and mighty act?"

The flight attendant crossed her arms, her face full of mockery.

"Two hundred not enough? I'll post this online so everyone can see how pathetic you look. Maybe some kind soul will crowdfund three hundred for you!"

I looked at her extremely arrogant face and suppressed my anger.

"You'll regret what you did today."

The flight attendant laughed as if she'd heard a joke, nearly tearing up.

"Regret? Coming from someone too poor to afford first class, who can only squeeze into economy?"

"Mr. Thompson booked the entire first-class cabin. Even his bodyguards are in business class!"

"Who do you think you are to make me regret anything?"

She spun around and shouted at the passengers coming and going in the departure hall.

"Everyone, come look!"

"This is the person who not only refused to cooperate when the flight was overbooked, but tried to extort our airline!"

"Now she's making a scene at the counter, seriously disrupting everyone's travel. She's a menace to society!"

Surrounding passengers were instantly drawn over, their pointing and gossiping rising in waves.

"She's dressed so well, how can she be so classless?"

"Exactly! The airline already compensated her and she's still making trouble. She must be crazy for money!"

"Just get out of here and stop embarrassing yourself!"

I ignored the onlookers and turned to the ground staff.

"I'll take the refund."

"But you must write in black and white on the refund form that this is due to your airline's overbooking and forcible denial of boarding."

I didn't want the Thompson family tracking me down later and thinking I'd deliberately broken the contract.

I absolutely wouldn't take the blame for this.

The flight attendant's face darkened. She slammed her hand on the counter.

"Dream on!"

"We gave you a solution and you refused it. Now you want to smear our airline?"

"Security! Get this crazy woman out of here!"

Several airport security guards immediately rushed over and grabbed my arms from both sides.

"Let go!"

I struggled desperately, but the security guards wouldn't listen. They dragged me toward the airport exit.

As I passed the flight attendant, I couldn't help warning her.

"You'd better remember my face today, and every word you just said."

"Soon you'll be on your knees begging me."

But instead of being intimidated, she kicked over my suitcase.

My already damaged suitcase completely burst open.

The clothes and specially prepared medications inside spilled all over the floor.

The flight attendant stepped on a medicine bottle, crushing it. The custom medicine inside instantly turned to powder.

This was bad!

That was the special medicine I'd prepared specifically for Thompsonone of a kind!

Without this medicine, Thompson wouldn't survive the post-surgery recovery period!

"Oops, I'm so sorry."

The flight attendant mocked from behind with fake sympathy.

Countless phone cameras instantly focused on me. Various mocking voices completely drowned me out.

I was thrown out of the departure hall and landed heavily on the concrete floor.

The flight attendant tossed my luggage at me like garbage.

"Take your junk and get lost! If you make any more trouble, we'll call the police and report you for disturbing public order!"

Just then, my phone suddenly vibrated frantically.

The moment I answered, a barrage of questions came through.

"What's going on with you!"

"The plane took off ages ago. I just checked the passenger manifest and your name isn't on it!"

The caller was the Thompson family's butler, his tone full of reproach and arrogance.

"Our family spent so much effort inviting you. We even sent the deposit. And now at this critical moment you're pulling a diva act?"

"Who do you think you are to make our family wait for you?"

"If it weren't for your surgical skills, you think you'd be qualified to treat Mr. Thompson?"

I was about to explain it was the airline's fault, but he wouldn't listen at all.

"I'm warning you, Mr. Thompson's terminal illness can't be delayed. If you're not at Houston First Hospital's operating room before dark today, don't blame our family for being ruthless!"

"You took our money and dare not do the job? Believe me, I'll make sure you can't work in the entire national medical field!"

The call was abruptly hung up. The busy tone echoed in my ear.

Holding back my anger, I called him back.

The moment he answered, the butler's impatient voice came through.

"What else do you have to say? Just figure out how to charter a plane and get here!"

"No need to fly anymore." My tone was cold. "If you want to know why I didn't board, go ask the flight attendant on Mr. Thompson's flight."

With that, I hung up directly.

I opened my mobile banking, found the three-million-dollar deposit the Thompson family had sent earlier, and transferred it straight back.

The note only had four words: Find someone else.

Three million was a fortune to others. To me, it couldn't buy back the humiliation I suffered today.

After doing all this, I blocked all the Thompson family's contact information, completely cutting ties with them.

Looking at the crushed special medicine powder all over the floor, I laughed coldly.

Thompson, I won't be responsible for your life anymore.

I hailed a taxi and went straight back to the hospital.

The moment I sat down in my office, my phone vibrated frantically again.

I pressed answer, and Director Tony's roar came through.

"Mary! What the hell are you doing!"

"The Thompson family called me directly! They said you caused trouble at the airport and tried to assault Mr. Thompson!"

"Their flight attendant had no choice but to remove you from the plane to protect Mr. Thompson. Not only do you not repent, you dared to refund their deposit?"

I froze for a moment, then couldn't help laughing when I realized.

The flight attendant's ability to twist the truth was truly first-rate.

To shirk responsibility for the overbooked flight, she could even fabricate such lies.

Even more ridiculous was that the Thompson family believed this nonsense without even checking.

"Old Mr. Thompson has spoken. You will immediately get to Houston to apologize to Mr. Thompson and arrange the surgery!"

"If you dare not go, I'll fire you immediately!"

I ignored the shouting on the phone, took out a blank sheet of paper, and quickly wrote a resignation letter.

Then I went upstairs and pushed open the director's office door.

Director Tony was holding his phone. He froze when he saw me enter.

"Smack!"

I slammed the resignation letter heavily on his desk.

"No need to fire me. I quit."

Director Tony looked at the resignation letter on the desk, eyes wide. "Are you crazy? You think resigning will help you escape?"

I placed both hands on the desk, looking down at him from above.

"Director, I've been too tired lately. I'm planning to take a long vacation out of town."

"My medical licenseif the Thompson family can revoke it, let them try. As for them wanting to blacklist me, let them."

With that, I turned and walked away.

"Stop!"

"Get back here!"

Director Tony raged impotently behind me.

But I didn't look back. I walked straight out of the office.

Calculating the time, it was about right.

Thompson's terminal illness was being kept alive by my specially prepared medicine.

Now that the medicine was gone, it was time for the illness to flare up.

When I got home, I turned off my phone, drew the curtains, and went straight to bed.

The next morning, the moment I turned on my phone, it was full of missed calls from the Thompson family.

Then a strange number with a local area code called.

The moment I answered, a familiar voice came through.

"Dr. Mary! Please come back to the airport immediately! Mr. Thompson vomited blood and passed out on the plane!"

"The airline has approved a free business class seat for youa private charter to Houston!"

It was yesterday's flight attendant.

I scoffed coldly and exposed her without mercy.

"Free business class? Just now weren't you saying I was poor and only deserved to be thrown off the plane?"

"Stop your nonsense!"

She panicked, her tone still imperious.

"The Thompson family is pressuring the airline right now. If I lose my job because of you, I won't let you off! Get over here now!"

I hung up directly and blocked this number too.

But less than half an hour later, there was pounding on my door.

"BANG BANG BANG!"

Accompanied by a strong, pungent smell.

"Mary! You murderous quack! Get out here!"

I yanked the door open.

A bucket of red paint splashed across my security door, dripping down through the crack.

The flight attendant, with several security guards in airline uniforms, blocked my doorway menacingly.

The hallway was already filled with neighbors peeking out, their gossiping voices rising.

"What a sin. She usually seems like such a quiet girl, but she's actually a black-hearted doctor."

"Exactly! Someone came to her door and threw paint. She must have done something terrible!"

The flight attendant heard the surrounding discussion and became even more pleased.

"Everyone look! This is the quack doctor!"

"She took the patient's money but didn't do her job, deliberately delaying treatment until the patient's life was in danger!"

"Now she's hiding at home playing dead. This kind of black-hearted doctor should be arrested and sentenced!"

Her face was twisted. She'd obviously been pushed to the edge by the Thompson family and wanted to use me as a scapegoat to earn favor.

"You think hiding will work? Today you'll crawl to Houston even if you have to!"

I looked at the red paint all over the floor. Just as I was about to call the police, heavy footsteps came from the stairwell.

Several bodyguards in black roughly pushed aside the onlooking neighbors.

Butler John came upstairs, looking down at me from above.

The flight attendant immediately rushed to greet him when she saw him.

"Mr. John, look! I found this woman! She definitely won't delay Mr. Thompson's treatment!"

John didn't even give her a proper glance. He walked straight to me.

"Dr. Mary, finished throwing your tantrum?"

He pulled out a check and waved it between his fingers.

"Six million. Double the price."

"Come with me right now, and our family can let bygones be bygones."

I didn't even look at the check. I coldly spat out two words.

"Not going."

"Don't be ungrateful!"

John's face instantly darkened as he dropped all pretense.

"You really think you can afford to offend our family?"

He leaned in slightly, his voice extremely low but bone-chillingly cold.

"If you won't go willingly, I'll tie you up and drag you to the operating table today."

"If you won't operate, our family has ways to make you operate."

"I heard Dr. Mary's mother is currently staying at Green Care Nursing Home?"

My whole body shook.

They were despicable enough to track down my mother's location!

"You dare touch my mother and see what happens!"

I clenched my teeth, staring at him.

"To cure the young master's illness, our family will do anything."

John sneered continuously, his face full of arrogance.

"You'd better be smart and go pack your things now."

"Otherwise, I guarantee your mother will be kicked out of the nursing home today and left homeless on the streets!"

The surrounding bodyguards immediately stepped forward and restrained me.

The flight attendant gloated from the side.

"Did you hear? You dare show off in front of the Thompson family? How audacious!"

Looking at their shameless behavior, I suddenly laughed.

John frowned, extremely impatient. "What are you laughing at!"

"I'm laughing at how stupid you are."

I stopped smiling and looked at the flight attendant who was still gloating.

"You think I don't want to save Thompson?"

"Even if I go now, he won't survive."

John's face changed dramatically. He grabbed my collar. "What do you mean!"

"Ask her."

"Yesterday at the airport departure hall, she broke my suitcase."

"She also crushed the special medicine I specifically prepared for Thompson."

"Without this medicine to protect his heart meridian, forget surgeryhe won't even survive the anesthesia!"

The smile on the flight attendant's face instantly froze.

"Stop slandering me!"

"You deliberately spilled your things yourself, and now you want to blame me?"

"Butler John, don't listen to this crazy woman. She's a fraud!"

I watched her panic and found it laughable.

"The departure hall surveillance recorded everything clearly. Want to check it yourself?"

John stared at me hard, as if trying to judge whether I was telling the truth.

After a long moment, he snorted coldly.

"Stop making excuses! Our family has access to all the precious medicinal materials in the world. At worst, we'll have someone prepare another dose!"

"Now, come with me immediately!"

He waved his hand. Several bodyguards in black directly lifted me up and forcibly stuffed me into a black business van parked downstairs.

Several hours later, I was brought to the entrance of Houston First Hospital's intensive care unit.

Through the glass, Thompson was covered in tubes, and the monitor beside him emitted sharp alarm sounds.

"Heart rate continuously dropping! Blood pressure barely measurable!"

Several experts surrounded the bed, sweating profusely but helpless.

"The miracle doctor is here!"

John pushed through the crowd and pulled me to the front.

At the end of the corridor, an elderly man with silver hair and an imposing presence walked over with a cane.

Thompson's grandfather, Paul, looked me up and down and directly handed me a blank check.

"Fill in any amount you want."

"As long as you can save my grandson, our family won't treat you poorly."

"But if you can't save him..."

His voice suddenly turned cold, full of killing intent.

"I'm afraid your mother won't be safe."

I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms.

The Thompson family members were all cut from the same cloth.

"Mr. Paul, you certainly have impressive authority."

I looked at him coldly, not taking the check.

"Unfortunately, your grandson's life can't be bought back with any amount of money."

Paul flew into a rage, raising his cane and striking it heavily on the ground.

"Outrageous! You dare curse my grandson!"

"Someone, tie her up and throw her in the operating room! Today she'll operate whether she wants to or not!"

The bodyguards immediately surrounded me.

I didn't resist. I just took out my phone from my pocket and opened a video.

I held the phone screen up to Paul's face and pressed play.

In the video was yesterday's scene of the flight attendant crushing the medicine.

"This medicine is one of a kind in the world."

"Without this medicine to protect his heart meridian, even God couldn't save him."

Paul suddenly turned his head and looked at the flight attendant cowering in the corner.

The flight attendant was so frightened her legs gave out. She fell directly to her knees.

"Please let me explain..."

"SLAP!"

A loud slap landed hard on her face.

The flight attendant's face instantly swelled on one side, blood trickling from her mouth.

She covered her face, scared out of her wits.

"It wasn't me! It was her! This woman is lying!"

The flight attendant pointed at me, trying to throw all the blame on me.

Paul was shaking with rage, his hand pointing at the flight attendant trembling.