Selena stood beside Adam. They looked like the perfect couple.

"Mr. Crane, Adam is not the kind of man with a questionable character. His integrity is recognized throughout the industry," she said, her voice warm and affectionate.

And there I was, the so-called husband, dressed in caregiver scrubs, cleaning the windows outside the conference room.

"Take me to see the patient. I'll show everyone what true medical skill looks like. I can diagnose any illness with just a glance!"

As Adam passed by, he gave me a disdainful look. "You should learn a thing or two."

I forced a smile and gestured for him to go ahead.

Skipping a thorough examination to diagnose was a cardinal sin in our field. Who was really the one with a lack of morals here?

Inside the consultation room, Adam walked around the bed twice.

Just seeing the patient clutching her abdomen and vomiting, he confidently diagnosed her and immediately chose a treatment plan based on that.

I couldn't help but laugh along with the two other doctors in the room. They were my trusted assistants.

Listening to Selena and Reed heap praise on Adam, they couldn't keep quiet.

"You've been practicing medicine for years. How could you possibly confirm a diagnosis without a thorough examination? Besides, Dr. Stewart mentioned that this patient's symptoms are a bit unusual—"

Selena shot them an impatient look. "Well, Adam graduated from one of the best medical schools abroad. Where did George graduate from? Some no-name private college.

"It's a joke that a third-rate hack like him is even a department head. If I hadn't covered for him, he would've been fired for his lack of qualifications."

Sure, my education wasn't as prestigious as Adam's. I had spent my high school years messing around and not studying.

But my mentor was one of the best in the field, and I dove straight into clinical practice right after graduation.

Degrees meant nothing next to my clinical experience.

I chuckled and said calmly, "Having a high degree doesn't make him qualified to be a doctor. Making wild guesses like that is a violation of medical protocol.

"Selena, if you and Adam are willing to gamble with a patient's life like this, then we're getting a divorce."

I had married her because I was drawn to her sense of responsibility and commitment.

But now, I was just left feeling ridiculous and disappointed.

For Adam, she not only disregarded me, but she was also willing to endanger a patient's life.

We often discussed medical cases and malpractice at home. She knew better than anyone how unreliable it was to diagnose based on surface symptoms.

But now, she was indulging Adam's recklessness.

Selena frowned. "Are you threatening me? George, what makes you think our marriage can control me?"

Adam sneered, his gaze mocking. "What, are my degree and abilities making you feel insecure? Trying to find a sense of self-worth through divorce? George, being inferior doesn't make you a bad person. But belittling others and looking down on them is truly pathetic!"

Then, he smirked. "Oh, right, I almost forgot. You're the shameless kind of person who doesn't even spare a pregnant woman."

Selena didn't say a word in my defense. Instead, she looked at Adam with admiration, as if she had already decided that I was the jealous fool and Adam was the hero who would rescue her from me.

I gave a faint smile, completely disheartened. "Fine, let's divorce."

"You think you're something special? Fine, let's divorce!" she yelled.

…

Selena busied herself making arrangements for Adam.

After all, it was hard for a nepotism hire like him to command any real respect, especially when my own reputation was well-known throughout the hospital.

When Selena saw me, she quickly signed the divorce papers. Her expression was one of disdain, as if I were some kind of dirt.

I didn't bother saying anything more and headed for Reed's office to resign.

My goal had always been to save lives, not to scrub floors.

Just as I stepped into Reed's office, I saw him looking awkward, speaking with a man.

When the man saw me, he immediately became agitated and grabbed my hand with urgency.

"Dr. Stewart! Please save my daughter!" The man, in his 50s, looked heartbroken, though he still exuded an air of wealth and class.

Frowning, I asked for the details.

The man, Cody Booth, had been referred to me because I had previously treated a similar condition successfully.

I hesitated for a moment. It was a tricky case, but I had experience with it. I was willing to try.

Just as I was about to go see the patient, Adam and Selena barged in.

Adam grabbed my wrist and threw me aside with a harsh shove, sneering. "Patients don't want to be touched by people like you.

"Hi, sir. This is the doctor who molested a pregnant woman. He's been reassigned to caregiver duties."

Adam smirked, adding fuel to the fire.

Cody, who had been holding onto my sleeve, begging me to save his daughter, now glared at me with fury.

"So it's you! And you had the nerve to stand there putting on an act, pretending you could save my daughter? Were you planning to get your hands on her too? I'll make sure you regret this!"

Adam snorted and patted his chest confidently. "Don't worry. We'll make sure he doesn't touch the patient. I'll treat her myself."

Looking at Cody's cold stare and Adam's sycophantic grin, I couldn't help but feel disgusted.

Yeah, I was quitting anyway. What did it matter to me?

I turned to leave, but Selena quickly caught up, ordering, "George, Dr. Walsh needs to prepare for surgery. Go get ready. I reassigned you. I didn't ask you to loaf around the hospital."

Upon hearing that, Adam deliberately threw the medical records on the floor. The papers were scattered everywhere.

He raised an eyebrow and said, "George, please pick these up and organize them. Oh, by the way, I'm a bit of a clean freak. Don't touch them with your hands. I find you disgusting.

"After that, go make me a cup of coffee. It has to be hand-poured, and the temperature should be exactly 149 degrees Fahrenheit. The attending doctor needs to stay alert, don't you think?"

I sneered. "Fine, I'll get it for you."

I bent down to pick up the papers, but instead of using my sleeve like Adam requested, I shoved the stack of medical records into his chest.

Before he could react, I grabbed his collar and delivered a punch to his ribs. I didn't let go until he doubled over in pain.

"You've lost it, George Stewart! Stop!"

But I didn't listen. I lifted my knee and drove it straight into his face.

It wasn't until a cold syringe pressed against my neck that I stopped.

"How dare you lay hands on him? Do you want to get fired?" Selena asked coldly.

My back froze with dread.

She was actually willing to go this far for Adam.

Over the years, she had never let personal feelings affect her work.

Even when I was injured by a drunk patient in the ER last year, she calmly reassured the family, saying, "It's normal for healthcare workers to get hurt sometimes."

This was the first time I'd seen her lose composure, and it was all for another man.

I squatted down and slowly gathered the scattered records, sorting them by page number.

Adam deliberately kicked the neatly stacked papers again, scattering them. "You can't even handle something this simple. No wonder you got demoted to caregiver."

The edge of a paper cut my finger, drawing blood, but Selena acted like she didn't see it. "You deserve this!"

She then stomped directly on my hand. The pain was unbearable. The humiliation lasted for 20 minutes before finally ending.

Finally, he waved me off impatiently, telling me to go make coffee.

It was impossible to get to the exact temperature, but I knew he wouldn't be able to tell.

He hadn't even tested the patient for allergies before jumping straight into surgery.

One of my former assistants asked, "Dr. Stewart, wasn't this surgery supposed to be really difficult?"

"Yes, but it's no longer my concern." I gave a brief response and turned to head to Reed's office.

My hand was injured from the stomping, so I couldn't perform any fine surgeries for the time being. Even if I wanted to, I simply couldn't.

The day I was cleaning out my desk, Adam smugly said, "Honestly, George, I don't know what to tell you. You couldn't even handle such a simple case? It's all solved the moment I step in.

"That patient from yesterday came from a wealthy family in Eldoria. They even gave me a bonus and a plaque!"

Selena wrapped her arm around his, mocking me. "If we had let him treat the patient, she probably would have ended up in the ICU, and the whole department would be punished."

I paused, remembering Cody from yesterday, who had begged me to save his daughter.

But the truth was, Adam hadn't cured her.

The root cause was never addressed, and that surgery had only treated the symptoms. The problem would resurface sooner or later.

I grabbed my things and said as I walked out, "Well, congratulations to you both."

At the hospital entrance, I brushed past the investigation team sent by the State Health Department.

The lead official spoke hurriedly before Reed could even offer a greeting. "This is the fourth misdiagnosis already! I can't believe your hospital is still treating these as routine cases! Where's the doctor who handled the initial case? I want them on the attending team immediately!"

Meanwhile, I calmly got into a cab heading to the airport. This mess was no longer mine to clean up.