Jack held the list and murmured in disbelief, "Would a doctor like Dr. Moore, who has such high medical ethics, also charge randomly?"
"These are all necessary examination procedures. If you can't accept it, you can transfer to another hospital."
I wished he would leave.
Unexpectedly, Jack reached out and grabbed my uniform, saying, "Dr. Moore, I believe in you, please save me."
I pulled back my uniform with force and looked at the eye-catching black handprint on my pure white clothes, which seemed like some kind of bad hint.
I suppressed my panic and hatred and fled back to the office.
With trembling hands, I drank a glass of ice-cold water and forced myself to calm down.
After my rebirth, I dared not to drink any beverages or coffee.
I no longer dared to wear my favorite long skirts, high heels, or even put on makeup.
And the culprit who caused all this was threatening me with medical ethics.
I would not waste my energy on a bastard.
When I went to the nurses' station to give medical orders, several young nurses in our department gathered and chatted.
"Well, the new patient in bed 16 is so pitiful."
"The one who was transferred to the emergency room this morning? Jack?"