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In the hospital room, I was performing a post-operative check on the mayor. Once I confirmed the heart transplant was a success, I let out a heavy sigh of relief.

Cesare Cain smiled at me. "I heard you performed my surgery. Thank you for your hard work, but I remember my attending physician was Dr. Fisher. Where is he? Did something happen to him?"

Before I could respond, Herman's call came.

Cesare glanced at the phone. "Dr. Fisher? You can answer it here."

I pressed the speakerphone button without hesitation, and his voice came through. "Where are you? Come to Giselle's house now."

"I'm performing post-op checks. The heart transplant was a success." I replied.

Herman paused. "You did the surgery? I didn't expect this patient to be so tough. His chest was open on the operating table for 40 minutes, and he's still alive. What a waste. I was hoping we could use his body for research."

I caught a glimpse of Cesare's pale face and quickly reminded Herman, "Watch your words. We are doctors. Saving lives is our responsibility."

He scoffed, "What's the point of saving these ordinary people? They have no power or influence. It's a waste of social resources for them to even be alive. They only provide us with chances to practice and improve our medical skills."

I gasped at his bluntness and glanced at Cesare's livid face.

Oblivious to the tension, Herman continued, "You upset Giselle earlier, almost causing her to lose the baby. You have half an hour to come apologize to her. Oh, and she wants you to cook for her. Don't forget to buy groceries."

I nearly laughed at his audacity, treating me like a maid.

"The patient just had surgery," I said firmly. "I need to stay here and monitor for any complications."

My rejection grated on his nerves. He retorted, "Isn't it more important for Giselle to eat than for this patient to survive? Anyway, the surgery is done. Even if he dies, it's his fate. Don't make me say it again. Get over here now!"

I stared at the disconnected phone, a chill running down my spine.

I didn't expect him to be this kind of person. To him, the lives of ordinary people seemed to be worth nothing.

Cesare was equally enraged. He shouted, "To abandon a patient on the operating table for a lover? He is a disgrace to the medical profession!"

He began coughing violently from the anger.

I hurried over to assist him. "Sir, you've just had a heart transplant. Please, try to stay calm."

He took a deep breath. "You're right. He is not worth my anger. Since he thinks being a doctor means he can look down on lives, I'll make sure he can never practice medicine again."

He turned to his assistant and ordered, "Revoke Herman Fisher's medical license and ban him from ever practicing again."