He jerked his chin toward the two security guards.

One of them immediately stepped forward and reached for my shoulder.

"Sir, you'll need to come with us."

The intern, Benjamin, rushed out again and spread his arms in front of me.

"Dr. Johnson, you can't do this! The patient is still waiting for emergency treatment! We can't delay care just because there's a procedural issue about the guardian's identity!"

Edward exploded at once, pointing a finger straight at Benjamin's face.

"Benjamin, have you lost your mind? Who told you to meddle? You think this helps? All you're doing is escalating tensions between doctors and patients. Don't want your bonus this month? Or should I make sure you don't even graduate?"

It was a cheap threat, but for an intern, it worked.

Benjamin's lips trembled. He tried to speak, but no words came out.

Watching the fury twist Edward's face only confirmed what I had already suspected.

I looked at him and did something he did not expect.

"Fine. I won't insist on the surgery."

I met their eyes, as if conceding something enormous.

Edward and Alicia exchanged a glance, and they both visibly relaxed.

I said calmly, "Since you're refusing to operate because you question my legal status as her guardian, then please issue me a formal refusal of treatment. That way, I can transfer her to another hospital."

At the mention of a written refusal, Edward's shoulders eased.

It was just a piece of paper. As long as it got rid of me, they did not care.

"If you'd cooperated like this earlier, none of this would've happened," he sneered. "Some people just always choose the hard way."

He waved dismissively at Alicia.

"Alicia, write him the form. Let him go. We've got work to do."

Alicia answered smugly and pulled out a sheet of paper from the drawer.

However, she had no intention of letting me off that easily.

Without hesitation, she ticked the box: Guardian identity in doubt.

That was not enough.

In the remarks section below, she added:

'Family member displays violent tendencies and refuses to cooperate with hospital verification procedures. Strongly recommend contacting the police.'

She shoved the paper out through the window, her face dripping with contempt.

"Take that bastard and get out. I'd like to see which hospital in this city dares to accept you."

I took the paper. My fingertips were cold.

They thought this was humiliation.

They did not realize it was their own death warrant.

What they insulted was not just me as a father. What they trampled on was the bottom line of the law.

The law was clear: for patients in critical condition, physicians must take emergency measures. They were not permitted to refuse treatment.

Now, not only had they refused, but they had handed me written proof of their refusal.

From this moment on, the nature of this incident had completely changed.

"Dr. Johnson." I pointed to the blank signature line in the lower right corner. "According to procedure, this needs the department head's signature, doesn't it?"

At this point, Edward only wanted me driven out of his hospital.

Impatiently, he snatched the pen and signed his name in the space marked Department Head.

"There. Now get out. Stop disrupting hospital order."

I slipped the signed refusal into the inner pocket of my jacket.

Then I turned to the intern who had tried to help me.

"Thank you, Benjamin. Please keep a record of my daughter's medical visit."

After all, that document was crucial evidence.

Benjamin froze for a second, then gave a firm nod.

Behind me, Alicia's mocking laughter rang out.

"He really think he can transfer her to another hospital? With that paper in her hand, it'd be a miracle if the police don't arrest him! Putting on a decent act, but in the end, he's just a useless coward."

I contacted a former university classmate and arranged for my daughter to be transferred to the hospital where he worked.

When they wheeled her out of the ER, she had already fainted from the pain. Her little face was ghostly pale. My heart felt like it was being torn apart.

"Hang in there, sweetheart. Just a little longer. You'll be in surgery soon."

20 minutes later, my classmate texted to say she'd been taken into the operating room. Only then did the knot in my chest finally loosen.

It was time to settle accounts with those bastards.

I took out my phone and logged into the system.

Verification successful.

A line of green text appeared in the center of the screen:

[Welcome. Provincial Public Security Department: Supervisory Inspection Division. First-Class Superintendent Martin Lancer.]

This phone was linked to the Joint Health and Government Oversight System.

As a member of the Supervisory Division, I had the highest level of clearance to access internal reporting systems of every top-tier hospital in the province.

I entered the code for this hospital.

Instantly, streams of internal data flooded the screen.

I finally smiled when my eyes landed on the third line: a red alert notice.

Just as I had suspected.

Last week, Edward had illegally used a batch of cheap orthopedic implants that had never been approved by the drug administration.

The result? A car accident patient developed a severe post-operative infection and was now in the ICU, fighting for their life.

The entire incident had been suppressed. It was never reported.

Everything clicked into place.

No wonder he had not dared to perform any surgery today.

Claiming my identity was 'suspicious' had just been an excuse.

He was terrified of triggering an inspection from higher authorities. If that happened, the kickbacks he'd taken for using substandard materials would be exposed completely.

To cover up his own scandal, he'd been willing to gamble with my daughter's life.

My gaze turned cold.

He wanted to keep the lid on this? Fine.

I'd gladly help… by blowing the lid off completely.

I checked the date on my phone.

Today just happened to be system maintenance day.

I sent a message to my subordinate, Justin.

"Bring a team to Argon City's Summit View Hospital. System maintenance."

"Understood."

The system, which had been running smoothly just seconds ago, instantly crashed across the board. No one could log in. No one could alter a single record.

I let out a cold laugh.

Edward's dirty little secrets? I'd expose them myself.

I picked up my bag and walked into the hospital lobby.

The security guard at the entrance was the first to spot me. He pulled out his baton, ready to drive me away.

Alicia heard the commotion and turned around. The moment she recognized me, disgust flashed across her face.

"You again? Oh, I get it. You're here to extort money from the hospital. But your daughter's already been transferred. Whether she lives or dies has nothing to do with us now.

"Make all the noise you want. It won't change anything!"

Edward stormed out of his office, irritation written all over his face.

"Are you done yet? If you keep causing trouble, we're calling the police!"

Calling the police?

I calmly took the police uniform out of my bag and put it on.

I'd show him what immediate response really looked like.

I said coolly, "You were going to call the police? Well, I am the police."