The Surgeon They Couldn’t Afford to Lose

The Head of Surgerys roar still echoed in my ears, yet all I felt was utter absurdity. Just because I, a neurosurgeon, had treated a patients head wound, my assistant had turned around and reported me. Hospital regulations prohibit operating beyond your level, Dr. Ellis, you're fired! When he flung those words at me, I couldnt help but askwho in this entire hospital could stitch better than me? But the Head of Surgery only sighed helplessly: "Dr. Ellis, when a superior takes over a subordinate's work, it counts as exceeding your level."

"Suturing is an assistant's responsibility. Your job is to be the lead surgeon!" His words were like a thorn, drawing a cold laugh from me. As I left the hospital without a backward glance, I thought this was just a minor blip in my career. It wasn't until a week later, when the news came that the billionaire's father urgently needed brain surgery and specifically requested me as the lead surgeon, that I heard the Head of Surgery had completely panicked.

1.

A patient came into the ER this morning. He'd fallen from a factory platform, suffering severe head bleeding, in critical condition. He was already semi-conscious when they brought him in. His family was wailing and begging, even kneeling to the medical staff for help. I had just gotten off the operating table when I saw the scene. A nurse ran over, calling my name and updating me on his condition. I quickly went over, took a look, and immediately decided to suture and stop the bleeding in the treatment room before doing a full-body check.

It was this completely impulsive act, driven by a desperate desire to save a life, that landed me in serious trouble.

2.

As a neurosurgery specialist, I quickly brought the patient's deteriorating condition under control. The bleeding stopped, and the suturing was successful. After informing the family of his condition outside, I instructed the nurses to admit him and check for any other injuries. The family was overjoyed, bowing and expressing their gratitude profusely. I smiled, waved them off, and told them to go complete the admission process.

No sooner had the family left than my assistant, Leo, arrived, fully geared up and looking flustered, just as I was about to change. "Where's the patient? Get the disinfectants ready!" he commanded the nurses in a rush.

The nurse told him the suturing was already done. Leo's gaze immediately fell on me. He scrutinized me from head to toe, his eyes flashing with displeasure. "The patient's condition was quite urgent earlier, with severe bleeding, but it's been handled now," I explained simply.

Leo had only recently joined the hospital and hadn't been out of medical school for long. He highly valued clinical experience. He had privately approached many doctors, taking on all the dirty and difficult work. His goal was to get more opportunities for surgical procedures. I knew this. So, for the sake of collegial relations, I explained it to him to avoid any misunderstandings.

"Dr. Ellis, were you being deliberate?" Leo suddenly asked me this. Then he continued, "Is it because I told the Head of Surgery last time that you were drinking glucose, and you're holding a grudge?"

"You must know that a rookie doctor like me values such opportunities greatly. You did this on purpose!"

3.

Due to fluctuating temperatures, blood vessels were prone to issues, leading to a surge in neurosurgeries last week. I had performed several consecutive operations and was feeling exhausted, so I drank a bottle of glucose to replenish my energy. Leo saw this. He didn't react then but immediately reported me to the Head of Surgery, Dr. Bennett, after the surgery. Dr. Bennett was my girlfriend; we met in college.

Upon hearing the report, she was unusually puzzled. She lambasted me, demanding to know how I could make such a rookie mistake. She wouldn't listen to my explanation, just reprimanded me, and then told me to leave. The next day, at the all-staff meeting, she used me as a prime example. She was passionately lecturing everyone about preventing such incidents, her emotions so high that it seemed she might fire me at any second.

That's when I produced the receipt for the glucose. I told her, "Knowing there would be several surgeries and no time to eat, I prepared it in advance." The meeting was supposed to last half an hour. After that incident, it ended in fifteen minutes.

Afterward, Dr. Bennett accused me of disrespecting her, asking why I hadn't shown the evidence sooner and why I had humiliated her in front of so many people. "You didn't give me a chance to explain." I simply replied. Then I continued, "If you're tired of seeing me, just say so. I can leave."

4.

My thoughts returned to the present. Looking at Leo, who seemed on the verge of exploding, I simply told him, "The patient's condition couldn't wait. I wouldn't gamble with a patient's life just to give you an opportunity." With that, I walked away. The nurses, having witnessed everything, whispered to each other, glancing in Leo's direction.

Back in the doctors' office, I was about to organize the patient's medical records when Dr. Bennett's call came through. Her voice was cold. "Come to my office." My right eyelid twitched a few times. I smirked at my reflection. What exactly was Dr. Bennett up to?

Entering the Head of Surgery's office, Dr. Bennett's sigh was the first sound. "You've been reported again." I nodded. "I figured. It's the new assistant, Leo." Dr. Bennett paused, then leaned back in her chair, immediately adopting a helpless demeanor. She began lecturing me in her official, authoritative tone. "Dr. Ellis, you're an experienced professional. You must see that Leo has connections, right? Couldn't you be more careful under his nose?"

"I know he likely has connections, and he definitely knows about our relationship," I replied, as calm as water. Dr. Bennett frowned. "No one knows about our relationship. That's what we agreed on." Hearing that, I laughed. I didn't know if she was playing dumb or thought I was. "Out of all the doctors in the hospital, he's only reported me, and twice in a row."

"He's always respectful to others, but only cold to me." Dr. Bennett immediately denied it. "You're overthinking." I chuckled softly, not replying. What was the point of saying more to someone who refused to admit the truth? "If there's nothing else, I'll leave." I didn't want to stay any longer. "Wait, we haven't discussed the main issue." Dr. Bennett called out to me. The moment I turned, I caught a glimpse of guilt in her eyes. Her voice dropped. "You're fired."

Even though I knew there was something wrong with this, I never expected Dr. Bennett to fire me over this incident. I asked, "Why? Just because I sutured the patient's wound?" Dr. Bennett nodded slowly, then said pompously, "Dr. Ellis, acting above your station is also considered exceeding your level." "Suturing wounds is what an assistant should do. Your main job is surgery."

Hearing this, I couldn't help but laugh. My heart felt pierced by countless needles. I wanted to ask her, have you fallen for someone else? But the words died in my throat. I felt it would only make me seem more pathetic. So I simply asked her, with professional detachment, "What if the patient died waiting for him to arrive?" "Medicine always has risks. No one can avoid them." "But I had confidence I could save him," I pressed. "That's just your judgment. Your judgment doesn't represent everything!" Dr. Bennett stood up, somewhat annoyed. "Even if someone died because of it, and the family made a scene, the hospital's patient relations office would handle it. It would have nothing to do with you. But your current actions clearly violate hospital regulations!"

Watching Dr. Bennett's furious face, I asked, "How did you become like this?" She used to rush any small animal hit by a car on the street to the vet clinic, even missing an important exam once. How could someone who respected life so much have changed so drastically? "You changed the moment you became Head of Surgery. If you were still a doctor, would you say such things?" "Don't twist my words!" Dr. Bennett's eyes darted away. She sat back down, her voice cold. "The position you're in dictates your awareness. The past is the past, and now is now."

"You should leave. Pack your things and go. For old times' sake, I don't want to provoke you further." There were no old times. If there were, I wouldn't be targeted. My heart had completely chilled. But, "I won't resign."

5.

Dr. Bennett's eyebrows shot up, as if I had offended her deeply. "Dr. Ellis, what did you say?"

"I'm not resigning," I repeated.

Dr. Bennett grew impatient, scolding me. "Don't be so thick-skinned, okay? Can't you see what I mean? Don't you know this just makes me dislike you more?"

"You're likely mistaken. I'm staying not to harass you, but because in a few days..."

"Enough!" Dr. Bennett cut me off. "You know my family background. I got this position, and you had a chance to be hired, all thanks to me!" I didn't deny this. I had indeed gotten in because of her. I said, "This matter, I..."

"What are you still saying? Without me, you're nothing! Now I'm telling you to leave, so leave!" She erupted in anger. Her words completely shattered my dignity. I didn't say anything, just stared at her. Dr. Bennett took a few deep breaths, then raised her hand. "Leave this hospital, and I'll find someone to get you into another one. Consider it my way of giving you an out."

"I said I'm not leaving. I have an important surgery coming up, and no one else but me can perform it."

"Dr. Ellis!" Dr. Bennett's eyes widened. "I've given you enough face, enough consideration for your dignity. I advise you not to push me to say harsher things!"

I forced a faint smile. "I'll talk to you after you've calmed down." I turned to leave. The file box she threw flew past my cheek, smashing loudly against the door.

6.

In the hospital corridor, I took a deep breath. I hoped the billionaire's father would arrive soon. The billionaire had been kind to me. My family was poor, and I earned my college tuition by washing dishes. The hotel owner, upon learning of my situation, gave me a raise and provided me with housing. Later, somehow, the story reached the billionaire. He covered all my college expenses. Without him, I would have had to work multiple part-time jobs, with no time to focus on my studies. I would probably have graduated as just another greenhorn with a diploma.

Actually, during graduation season, the billionaire offered to arrange a job for me, but with Dr. Bennett by my side then, I didn't want to trouble him. Later, my medical skills steadily improved, and I became one of the top specialists in the field. When I heard that the billionaire's father needed brain surgery and specifically requested me as the lead surgeon, I naturally had no reason to refuse. Now, I hoped they would come soon. Because I was afraid that if too much time passed, I wouldn't be able to hold on, and the old man's condition would be delayed.

7.

Back in the doctors' office, I saw Leo with his arms crossed, directing a few nurses to move things from my desk. "Throw those files in storage. If anyone needs them, they can dig through them later."

"Ellis here is so eager for everyone to know he's working, piling up discharge reports from years ago on his desk. What a show-off!"

"Also, replace this chair for me. I don't like sitting in chairs other people have used."

"And throw out those potted plants. A grown man with houseplants? He wouldn't even know if someone gave him a cuckold's horn, hah."

"What are you doing?" I stepped forward quickly. The nurses immediately stopped what they were doing, explaining as if they'd found a savior. "Dr. Ellis, he said..."

"Yes, I said it. Clear out your workstation. From now on, I'm the interim lead surgeon for Neurosurgery." Leo turned to me, his nose in the air. I was amused by the unfamiliar term "interim lead surgeon." It meant he'd lead surgeries when he could, and bring in outside help when he couldn't. Dr. Bennett was truly playing with lives.

Leo had almost zero surgical experience. Not long ago, a patient's wound burst open after being discharged due to inadequate suturing, nearly causing a medical error. The doctor who gave Leo the opportunity was terrified. Luckily, someone with immense power reached an agreement with the family, and the hospital never even questioned it, acting as if nothing happened. But now, someone who hadn't even mastered basic skills was being appointed "interim lead surgeon." They didn't value human lives.

"I haven't agreed to resign, so you can't have this position." I told the nurses to stop. The nurses, ignoring Leo's protests, immediately left the office. Leo was furious, pointing at me and raging. "Ellis, you're not an idiot. Can't you see what's happening? I advise you not to make a fool of yourself!"

"You're the one making a fool of yourself. Someone who can't even hold a scalpel properly dares to wear this hat." I said indifferently, pushing him aside and sitting in my chair. Just then, Dr. Bennett suddenly arrived. "Ellis, this is your termination notice." She slapped a document onto my desk. "You'll receive all the compensation you're due, not a penny less. Pack your things and leave."