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Curtis didn't text back.

"I'm not hungry. Go ahead without me." Leanne pocketed her phone and returned to the office.

Several colleagues had returned from lunch when Leanne walked in, and she could sense something was off.

"Sandra is an idiot. She botched another surgery. She took it upon herself to perform a vitrectomy, and now, due to a mistake, the patient has suffered a hemorrhage in the vitreous body and gone blind. The family is causing a scene."

Donna was visibly annoyed. "The patient's husband has a temper like a ticking bomb, ready to explode at any moment. He's even threatening to take it to the press. If it blows up, our department will be the one to take the fall!"

Leanne inquired further. "Is it the patient with intraocular lymphoma?"

"Exactly!"

Leanne was bewildered. She had given Sandra clear guidance, yet something still went wrong.

average, a vitrectomy, a complex procedure, required supervision from a senior surgeon. Ruben

then, someone called her out. "Dr. Castillo,

she could hear Ruben chastising Sandra inside. His voice was stern. "With your half-baked skills, what

Leanne can do it,

that she can complete the surgery without causing a disaster. Now look at the mess you've created!" Ruben scolded, exasperated, "That patient's husband is already difficult to deal with. Now he's got an excuse to make trouble. Even

be coy, Sandra pleaded, "Ruben, please help

your mouth shut, and don't

knocked and entered to find Ruben's expression softening as he offered her

Leanne chose to stand, her hands in her lab coat pockets. "I'd rather stand. Just

now, the patient's family is making a huge fuss. If this gets out online, you know

listened quietly, waiting for

report across the desk. It was for the patient in Bed Seven who had gone blind, but Leanne's name appeared as the lead surgeon. Ruben got to

blame?" Leanne was incredulous. "Do I look like

"If it's on Sandra, it's a scandal. If it's on you,