The crowd erupted.

"What a monster! He messed up, yet he wants his junior to take the fall. How can someone like him be the director?"

My mind went blank as I stared at the profile picture in disbelief. It was my WhatsApp profile photo. Even the username was an exact match.

"I've never sent a message like that! There isn't even any signal inside the operating room!" I lunged forward, attempting to snatch his phone to get a closer look, but the officers held me back.

"That's photoshopped! It's fake!" I bellowed.

"I can testify," Emma, who had been silent all this time, interjected. "I was right next to Samuel at the time, and I witnessed him receive this message. I was also the one who advised him not to reply and to call the police instead."

I was dumbstruck. I turned to look at the woman I had shared a bed with for seven years.

At that moment, my heart went cold. For the sake of her first love, she was willing to commit perjury in public and ruin me for good.

Benjamin raised the thermos in his hand and hurled it at me. The stainless steel container struck my forehead, and a warm liquid began to stream down my brow. Blood blurred my vision, staining the whole world red.

"Let's beat this quack to death!"

"We'll make him pay with his life!"

The patient's family members rushed me, their fists and kicks raining down like a storm. It took both officers a lot of effort to drag them away.

I leaned against the corner of the wall, gasping for air, battered and bruised. Yet, I let out a low, bitter chuckle. "Do you two really think this is enough to convict me?"

With a trembling hand, I reached into the chest pocket of my white coat and pulled out a miniature camera. "With doctor-patient relations being as tense as they are these days, how could I, as the hospital director, not have a backup plan?"

I clicked the pen cap, and a faint red light flickered at my fingertip. "This is a miniature body camera—high-definition, wide-angle, and equipped with audio recording. It has been recording since the moment I entered the locker room to change. Whether or not I was drunk, whether I made a mistake, whether I sent that message on WhatsApp…"

I stared long and hard at Samuel's ghastly pale face and continued, "It recorded everything!"

Benjamin, who had been egging the crowd to beat me to a pulp moments ago, instantly fell silent.

Samuel's legs were visibly shaking. Cold sweat poured down his forehead as he looked to Emma for help.

Emma's expression hardened. Clearly, she hadn't expected me to have an ace up my sleeve.

Samuel suddenly exclaimed in horror, "The operating room is a sterile, restricted area! How could you bring a camera inside? If it captured the patient's private areas, that would constitute a violation of privacy. It's illegal!"

Like a drowning man clutching at a straw, he did everything in his power to muddy the waters.

As soon as his words fell, Benjamin caught on and ran with it. "That's right, you pervert! I can't believe you secretly filmed my son's private parts! The footage absolutely cannot be made public! Who knows if you'll try to sell? Officers, arrest him! This is a crime!"

The tide, which had been on the verge of turning in my favor, was instantly muddied once again.

The officers looked troubled as well. One said, "Since the footage involves the patient's privacy, it can't be played in public without proper authorization. Please come with us to the station for questioning."

They were about to take me away by force when an old but powerful voice thundered from the end of the corridor. "Don't you dare lay a hand on him!"

Everyone froze and turned toward the voice. An elderly man with a head of silver hair strode over with a cane, flanked by several men in black.

The moment Samuel saw him, his legs went weak, and he almost dropped to his knees. Emma's expression also changed drastically, and she lowered her head in respect.

It was my mentor, one of the most respected figures in the country's medical field, Ryan Clark.

Back then, for Emma's sake, I had turned down an offer from Kyoden Municipal General Hospital and stayed at this subpar hospital. Ryan had been so furious that he almost cut ties with me. I didn't think he'd rush here in person for me.

"Dr. Clark…" My eyes misted over, and my throat tightened.

Without sparing me a glance, Ryan walked straight up to Benjamin. The man behind him immediately handed him a thick folder.

"So, you have a son whose sperm duct was severed?" Ryan sneered, looking Benjamin in the eye.

Intimidated by Ryan's presence, Benjamin stammered, "Y-Yes."

Ryan flung the folder in Benjamin's face. "Open your damn eyes and look closely! These files were retrieved from the Medicaid office, and this is a copy of your family records!

"You, Benjamin Wilson, have fathered only a daughter in your entire life, and she's only ten this year! Where did this son of yours come from for hernia surgery? Or did your ten-year-old daughter suddenly grow a sperm duct?"