Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back!

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.

Sandra's experience level, which was notably below average, a vitrectomy, a complex procedure, required supervision from a senior surgeon. Ruben had explicitly stated he would oversee her operation on Friday. How did

someone called her out. "Dr. Castillo,

voice was stern. "With

retorted, still not conceding, "If Leanne can

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

coy, Sandra pleaded, "Ruben,

your mouth shut, and

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

to stand, her hands in her

the patient's family is making a huge fuss. If this gets out online, you know how powerful online backlash can be.

listened quietly, waiting

surgery 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

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

to reason. "If it's on Sandra, it's a scandal. If it's on you, it's a minor incident.