Not long after the argument with Terry, Pierre walked out of there.
The Dean continued, “Dr. Estella, society now attaches great importance to this matter and our hospital also needs to make a living.
“We are considering canceling all your performance awards this year, as well as. your eligibility for selection as Professor of Neurology.”
“Dean Marsh, I understand that you want to pave the way for Bethany. But you should wear a hat that fits your head. Don't let the loss outweigh the gain and ruin your life,” I said proudly.
I looked at the photo on Dean Marsh's desk, turned around and slammed the door shut.
Dean Marsh had been trying to drive me away for a long time.
I refused to use his imported medicines and recommended equipment and I refused to accept the surgery he collaborated with there. I was not the one who really made the dirty money.
Dean Marsh looked at my back as I left and took a deep breath as he said to her daughter, “Bethany, I can only help you up to this point.
“You must seize this opportunity. You are such a fool to make such a big fuss about this!”