And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 130

He tossed his phone in front of her, the screen showing a video of her conducting a consultation alone.

“How could you dare to do such a thing without a medical license?” Sanford snapped, “What if the family raises hell? How is the hospital supposed to deal with that?”

Gwendolyn clenched her fists tightly, her fingernails digging into her palms.

“Mr. Hamilton,” her voice was tight, but her eyes were resolute as she looked at him, “I did not misdiagnose. He truly has gastritis. If we follow the…”

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Sanford cut her off, “That’s not the point. They came for you and they found a weak spot!”

Her diagnosis was irrelevant!

Sanford was sharp and could see that there was something off about that couple. There must have been someone behind it.

Following the clues provided by Aiken, it was clear that he was deliberately sent away, leaving Gwendolyn alone in the clinic.

A vulnerability had been exploited, but Sanford wasn’t interested in the process, only the

outcome.

With slightly reddened eyes, Gwendolyn said, “I’m sorry”

“Gwendolyn, practicing medicine without a license is a criminal offense. In serious cases, you could face up to three years in jail,” he said coldly.

In plain terms, she might end up behind bars.

Unless the family was willing to forgive.

Sanford looked at her deeply, “You’ve let me down. All for the sake of showing off, you’ve drawn fire upon yourself. Here’s a piece of advice, go beg Howard.”

Gwendolyn hung her head, her eyes welling up.

She already felt unworthy of Howard. How could she beg him? That would only make her seem even more inferior.

“I will find out the truth myself,” Gwendolyn said firmly, her lips tight, as she looked up at him, “If Bill allows me to take his pulse, I’ll know what’s going on!”

“You still dare to investigate?”

Sanford stood up and walked over to her, looking down on her from above.

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Looking at her familiar face, Sanford grew Irritated.

“You’ve stirred up a tense doctor–patient relationship. Those family members who’ve just lost loved ones would love nothing more than to tear you apart and vent their sorrow on you. Why didn’t you keep your wits about you at the hospital? Don’t assume that all patients are kind–hearted?”

Gwendolyn stood straight, her slender back rigid.

She brimmed with tears but held them back with great effort.

She looked at Sanford, her voice tinged with emotion, “Mr. Hamilton, I was taught in school that a doctor’s duty is to heal and revere life. They didn’t teach me to be conniving. and deceitful. I’m sorry. I haven’t learned that lesson yet.”

Sanford inexplicably clenched his heart, a pain that took him a moment to recover from.

He didn’t know why he felt sad with a twinge of guilt when Gwendolyn explained.

He was an administrator, yet he hadn’t protected his doctors well enough.

Once upon a time, doctors only needed to hone their skills and save lives. Now, they were being thrown into the mud, forced to learn cunning and deceit.

Gwendolyn was pure, young.

Toughening up, he said, “To quiet down the public, you’re getting a six–month suspension, just like the rules say. You’ll do a public apology, and I’ll get to the bottom of this.”

Gwendolyn asked, “If I apologize, it’s as if I’m admitting to a misdiagnosis. You can punish me heavily to appease the public and lessen the hospital’s loss. As for the rest, I’d like to try in my own way.”

She would not tarnish her profession, nor would she let down their expectations.

With that, Gwendolyn turned and walked away.

Her spine was straight, her resolve seemingly preparing her for a fight to the death.