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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.

vitrectomy, a complex procedure, required supervision from a senior surgeon. Ruben had explicitly stated he would oversee her operation on Friday. How did she end

"Dr.

inside. His voice was stern. "With your half-baked skills, what

not conceding, "If Leanne can do it,

the mess you've created!" Ruben scolded, exasperated, "That patient's

be coy, Sandra pleaded, "Ruben,

mouth shut, and don't say anything

as he offered her a chair. "Leanne, please, have a

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

slight mishap during surgery, and now, the patient's family is

quietly, waiting for him

in Bed Seven who had gone blind, but Leanne's name

want me to take the blame?" Leanne was incredulous. "Do I look like a

blame. It's for the reputation of our hospital," Ruben tried to reason. "If it's on Sandra, it's a scandal. If it's on you, it's a minor incident.