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Chapter 69: Rush to the Trending Topic
Hilda’s impatience was palpable as she waved the old man off. “Yes, surgery is the only way. You can ask other doctors if you don’t believe me. Don’t come to me again! Next!”
The old man, clearly in a panic, stammered, “Dr. Gibson, I was wrong! You’re the expert in this field. About my disease…”
But before he could finish, the video cut off, only to be replaced by another clip.
This time, it captured Hilda’s cold sneer. “Poor people from the village are always so troublesome!” she remarked dismissively.
A young trainee doctor, clearly uneasy, spoke up, “Dr. Gibson, this isn’t right. He only has a benign small cyst. We could try…”
Hilda’s expression twisted into a sinister smile, and her voice dripped with disdain. “Who is the director here? Is it me, or is it you?”
The next part of the video revealed the consequences: two days later, the hospital had fired the trainee doctor, and he never appeared again. Within the same month, Hilda announced that the doctor had caused a medical accident under her supervision, and even suggested that no other hospital should hire him, nor should the university issue him a medical certificate.
The trainee doctor, his career shattered, appeared in the video with a look of devastation. As he removed his medical mask, a scar near the corner of his eye was revealed, a reminder of his struggles.
“I thought this matter would be buried forever,” the trainee doctor’s voice was shaky but resolute. “I tried writing a report, but it didn’t work. The Gibsons are too influential in Southdale. And Hilda is my mentor. I thought it would be best to let this go.”
He paused, wiping his eyes, which were brimming with tears, but his expression was determined.
“But I came from a small town, studied medicine to help people. I once asked myself, what was my purpose in studying medicine? Is it just for the qualifications and a decent job?”
He shook his head, his face twisted in regret and sorrow. “No. I want to save people. I want to save people like me—ordinary people, without medical knowledge, who don’t know who to trust. I remember the oath we all take as doctors.” His voice caught slightly as he quoted the last part of the oath, which every Cascadia doctor knew by heart:
“I volunteer to devote myself to the cause of human health, consciously safeguard the dignity and sanctity of medicine, respect life, save lives, and heal the wounded.”
The words hung heavy in the air, and a silence fell over the room.
The video continued to play, showing the scarred doctor’s face as he read the oath aloud, his voice thick with emotion. His words reached deep into the hearts of those watching. In the background, women in the square, expectant mothers at prenatal check-ups, and doctors in the manor all stopped, visibly moved.
Then, the screen shifted again to Hilda’s familiar sneer. She mocked the trainee doctor, “How dare a student with no background challenge me! He doesn’t even know how to respect his mentor!”
Her arrogance filled the screen as she peeled off her medical mask and smirked. “This surgery is done. Keep an eye on him, and don’t let him bleed. Poor people are so easy to fool—they don’t understand anything. Arrange the next surgery for me as soon as possible. I need more surgeries this month for my professional title.”
The video then transitioned to a tragic final scene: the elderly man, who had undergone an unnecessary surgery, now bedridden for the rest of his life, unable to care for himself.
The final line scrawled across the screen was simple but powerful: “Luck never seems to favor the poor. How can the Gibsons repay their lives?”
As the video ended, it exploded across all major social media platforms, immediately becoming a trending topic. The video was shared and reposted at an alarming rate, appearing on the news, in shopping malls, and even on the walls of the Yarwoods’ manor. No amount of money could suppress it.
The shocking footage had captured the public’s attention far beyond Southdale. It sparked outrage not only among the locals but also in neighboring cities. The video became a matter of public conscience. The question on everyone’s mind was clear: Who would dare to save the Gibsons now?
The Gibsons, once seen as pillars of the medical field, were now at the center of a storm of criticism. Their supporters and those with close ties to them were quick to distance themselves. The air was thick with whispers, and no one wanted to be associated with them.
Arthur, desperate and panic-stricken, made countless calls in a frantic bid to salvage the situation. But the response was chilling. No one answered his pleas. The only message he received was vague and cryptic: “Get ready for the loss.”
Then, all contact ceased. The Gibsons had fallen from grace, their empire of influence shattered in an instant.
