Alex's POV
"So she never registers herself." I looked at the old man sitting with his legs squeezed tight in the black leather chair. His bald head was covered in beads of sweat. The fear in his eyes was clear, the desperation in his voice evident.
"Who took care of her?" I calmly asked.
The man swallowed, his hands clenched together, and in that sickly sweet voice, he spoke up, "It was a resident from the cardiothoracic department. She is still young; how about forgiving her this time?" The man's voice dripped with plea.
This greedy man taking her side meant she was one of those spoiled kids who got into the field through connections.
"Is she rich?" I didn't dwell further and jumped straight to the point.
The man went silent, clearing his throat. "It's the opposite. She was one of the charity students and got in based on her skill. She might be a resident now, but she might be a top surgeon in a few years. She is way ahead in surgery and in doing her job."
