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?"