My ex-wife, Erica Scarver, who's the head nurse of the hospital, devotes her efforts into saving an ICU patient. Meanwhile, I, the hospital dean, just start a livestream calmly.

A few minutes later, the patient is out of the critical state. But Erica collapses instantly because she contracts the virus instead.

"Hurry up and save your ex-wife! She's now infected because there's a hole in her protective suit! She's in a critical condition right now!"

The medical staff looks at me worriedly. After all, I'm the most renowned medical expert in the entire hospital.

But I remain unmoved.

"Why should I save her? Don't you know that I've just wrapped up a surgery, so I can't enter the quarantine zone at all?"

The emergency room, which was typically bustling, was now deathly silent. The once-crowded hospital corridor felt as though time itself had stopped.

Medical staff surrounded me as they escorted me toward the isolation room. Through the glass window, my ex-wife, Erica Scarver, lay on the hospital bed. The ventilator's shallow movements weakened by the second.

In the resuscitation room, Erica Scarver hovered at the edge of death. Her vital signs continued to decline.

I recognized the virus strain at a glance. It was one of the core research projects our hospital had worked on for years. No one understood how lethal it was better than I did.

Dr. Lionel Silva's face went pale as he grabbed my white coat. "That's impossible. Dr. Dahmer, you said it yourself. In our profession, we must always be ready to save lives. You made us swear to it. How can you turn away at a time like this? Dr. Scarver is hanging by a thread. Only you can save her."

To prove his point, Lionel pulled up Erica's monitoring data.

Her readings continued to decline on the screen. The piercing alarms echoed through the room, setting everyone on edge.

A senior doctor pointed at me and shouted angrily, "Do you even deserve to be the hospital director? That is your wife of ten years lying there. How can you be so heartless? Get in there and save her already. Who are you trying to fool by acting so righteous?"

I replied calmly, "I just completed a major surgery. According to regulations, I must remain under isolation observation. Besides, I am no longer her husband. You are the one who spends every day with her. You should know her condition best, shouldn't you?"

I took out my phone and showed them a photo of the divorce certificate. It clearly stated that our marriage had already been legally dissolved.

Lionel stood there awkwardly, but he still refused to give up.

"That doesn't matter. Dr. Dahmer, your medical skills are exceptional. Even if you are in isolation, you could still guide us remotely. Since you are always so busy, I volunteered to assist Dr. Scarver with her work and take care of her daily needs," he added quickly, trying to justify himself.

I said flatly, "Hospital policy requires doctors to remain in isolation after surgery. Violators face suspension and investigation. Are you hoping I lose my license so you can take my position?

"Instead of lecturing me here, you should be thinking about how to save her. Besides, her life or death has nothing to do with me. You don't need to put on this act of fake concern."

My eyes never left my phone. I was focused on the live stream comments scrolling across the screen. Lionel was left speechless, frozen where he stood.

Just then, Michelle Becker, my former mother-in-law, who had been sobbing on the sidelines, suddenly rushed forward.

Choking back tears, she cried, "Felix, where's your conscience? The woman lying in there is the wife you spent ten years with. Does your so-called integrity matter more than your marriage? You caused my son's death, and now you want to kill my daughter too?"

Grief twisted her face, erasing all traces of her former composure. She stumbled forward, looking every bit like a mother broken by fate.

As they witnessed the heartbreaking scene, the medical staff's eyes reddened, and even some nurses furtively wiped away their tears.

"I want to save Erica too, but rules are rules. That's the hospital's limit. Maybe this is just fate. As for your daughter, that's not my concern," I said with a sigh, though my eyes never left the screen.

As the live stream viewers surged, I couldn't help smiling. Most had come for the doctor-patient drama, and the comments were full of insults and questions, but I didn't care. In live streams, popularity mattered most.

The sight of me staring at my phone seemed to enrage the crowd in the hospital even more.

A senior doctor, accompanied by an intern, pointed at me. "Rika, remember this. This is what a cautionary example looks like. This kind of person doesn't even have basic medical ethics. He's thrown away everything our profession stands for."

"Why don't you go?" I snapped, lifting my head to glare at the senior doctor. "I just finished a major surgery. How am I supposed to walk in there? Would you only be satisfied if I got infected too?"

Even the usually self-righteous Michelle fell to her knees in front of everyone. "Felix, I'm begging you. The woman in the isolation room is your wife. Back when you were a struggling resident, Erica told me she didn't care that you were poor—she cared about you as a person.

"Even if you can't go in now, you are the one who knows this virus best. You could at least guide them from outside.'"

Lionel quickly chimed in, "Exactly, Dr. Dahmer. You're the leading expert on this. Don't worry—we'll take every precaution to keep you safe."

I stayed still, staring at my phone. The live stream comments had by now shifted from skepticism to full-on insults.

"He started as a regular resident and somehow became the hospital director, probably through his father-in-law. Now that he has power, he doesn't even care about basic medical ethics. He's worse than a scammer—at least they bother to say a few kind words."

"Med school was a waste on him—he can't even match a vet."

As the insults scrolled by like wildfire, I didn't even flinch. I let out a soft chuckle and addressed the camera casually, "Thanks for your attention and support, everyone. Don't forget to like, follow, and tip if you want. Feel free to upgrade to a premium membership."

A young doctor suddenly charged at me, knocking my phone to the floor. "Are you out of your mind? Your ex-wife's life is on the line in isolation, and you're live-streaming for tips?"

I looked at him coolly. "What's it to you? That's my ex-wife, not yours. Why are you getting so worked up?"

I glanced at him, picked up my phone, and went back to scrolling, casually checking the tips coming in from viewers.

"She's in trouble! Dr. Scarver's blood oxygen just dropped! Her vital signs are failing rapidly! If we don't intervene, she won't last half an hour! Dr. Dahmer, are you really going to just watch her die?" Lionel shouted in terror.

He shook the monitor violently, staring at me with bloodshot eyes.

"Is this what doctors have become? Where's the humanity? He calls himself a husband, but he's nothing more than a beast," someone muttered from the crowd.

I shrugged lightly. "What's the problem? I'm not going in. Erica is my ex-wife. If you're this worked up, I hope it's not because of some hidden connection with her."

I looked up at him with a faint, mischievous smile.

Lionel's face drained of color, but he straightened immediately. "I'm a doctor. I can't just stand by while a patient dies. Dr. Scarver has been my mentor and a true friend for years, and I owe it to her to try everything I can to save her."

Lionel's sincere words didn't just stir the staff—they even made Michelle's eyes well up.

Soft whispers of praise echoed through the room, all for Lionel, not me.

"Look at him, then look at yourself. As a hospital director, you can't even compare to a regular doctor. Do you have any shame? If it were me, I'd hide myself away in embarrassment," a head nurse mocked.

Since I showed no reaction, Michelle finally lost her composure. "What exactly do you want? Set any condition you want. Just promise me you will save Erica. I know you've always dreamed of becoming a professor. If you save her, I'll call the former dean myself and make sure you get promoted immediately."

I raised an eyebrow. "Mom, with hundreds of thousands watching online, openly bribing me like that is a little embarrassing, don't you think? I don't need the professor position, and I'm not interested anyway.

"Since you are asking me to name a condition, then transfer the private hospital under your name to me, and I will go in and save her."

I maintained a righteous facade, but my eyes betrayed a hint of greed. I was already estimating the value of the upscale private hospital. At the very least, it was worth over a hundred million dollars.

"You want money? Fine. I'll give it to you, as long as you can save Erica."

Michelle tried to stand up in excitement, but she had been kneeling too long, and her legs went numb. She stumbled and nearly fell, but Lionel caught her just in time.

"Promises don't mean much. We need a contract. What if I save her and you refuse to keep your word? Draft a transfer agreement, and I'll go in immediately. I've lost both my job and my marriage, so I have to plan for myself," I said.

Michelle hesitated at my shameless demand but finally nodded. "Fine. Sign it now. You must go save her immediately afterward. The contract includes one rule—once Erica survives, you two must divorce."

"Deal. Let's get this signed," I said without a second thought.

My resolve left Michelle staring at me in despair. The tiny flicker of hope she had just felt collapsed completely.

"Erica, this is the man you married. Money matters more to him than anything else."

The murmurs among the staff grew louder.

"This man is a disgrace to doctors. After becoming director, he forgot everything. Now that he has a private hospital, he will probably sell it and chase some models. He's shameless to the core."

"The mother is truly remarkable. She's willing to give up everything she's worked for just to save her daughter."

"Let's hope Dr. Scarver makes it through and finally sees the true face of this ungrateful man so she can start a new life."

"He is completely heartless. How could he demand money from his ex-wife just to save her? This isn't how a doctor should act."

I observed everything coldly, paying no mind to the insults. It didn't matter. The money was already secure. I glanced at the live stream, pleased to see viewers had topped two million.

Even if every comment was against me, it meant nothing. Views and money were all that mattered.

As Michelle and I worked through the transfer details, Lionel suddenly shouted in alarm, "Dr. Scarver's heart has stopped!"