He slammed the signed approval form hard on the desk. "Don't worry! Not only will I block his application for Outstanding Young Doctor, I'll kill his promotion report too. After this, he'll be stuck doing grunt work at the bottom. He'll never touch a core hospital post again!"
A faint smile tugged at my lips as I signed my name.
And just like that, the soaring path Darwin had taken in my previous life—from Outstanding Young Doctor to academician—was severed.
By nightfall, Carmella's vital signs had stabilized.
The baby's heartbeat was weak but steady, monitored closely in the ICU.
I was drenched in sweat under my surgical gown. The moment I stepped out of the operating room, a loud thud sounded and I collapsed onto the floor.
It took a full bottle of glucose before I could even sit up.
The colleagues who had operated together with Beatrice were crying as they clutched my hands.
"Thank you, Dr. Humphrey... Without you, we don't know what would have happened to our careers..."
"Exactly. Augustus is a madman. If his sister had died here, even our families wouldn't have been safe..."
I soothed them quietly. Finally, I could go home for a real rest.