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At the hospital, Thomas became the director just like that.

His daily routine went something like this: sleep in till around nine or ten in the morning, then leisurely start his day with a coffee in hand, lounging in his office for a bit.

A must–do for him was a nap at noon.

By the time he woke up, it was usually around three or four in the afternoon, just in time for a bit of coffee before he casually called it a day.

Even as the director, Thomas’s style stirred up quite a bit of dissatisfaction.

One day, just as Thomas was waking from his nap, he was about to enjoy some coffee when someone knocked on his office door.

Thomas raised an eyebrow, surprised.

Wasn’t he the universally acknowledged incompetent director?

And yet someone was actually seeking him out?

“Come in,” Thomas said, in a lazy drawl.

“Director.”

The visitor was Mr. Cavanaugh, the vice dean elected by the other doctors.

Mr. Cavanaugh, approaching fifty, boasted years of clinical expertise and stood as one of Anaville’s most

esteemed doctors.

If Ben hadn’t made him such an attractive offer, he would never have considered joining a private

hospital.

Originally, he was just the deputy director.

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But in the absence of a director, he was the one calling the shots at the hospital, a role that Mr. Cavanaugh quite relished.

But then, out of the blue, Ben suddenly appointed this young kid as the director.

Initially, Mr. Cavanaugh was pretty hesitant.

Typically, in the medical field, a hospital director is known for their outstanding reputation or exceptional medical expertise.

But what did Thomas have?

Reputation?

Mr. Cavanaugh had never even heard his name before.

Medical skills?

Please, with his age, how skilled could he be?

Thomas didn’t interfere much, the hospital was still under

it a lot of thought, Mr. Cavanaugh still found it hard to come to terms

probe into the true nature

into a smile, “Oh, Mr. Cavanaugh! Perfect timing. Join me. for some coffee and pastries.

the various snacks

hold back, but ultimately he couldn’t

say, “Dean, I’m here

surprised. “Why come to

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on your own.”

at a loss for

whether to feel happy

trying to smile, “Dean, here’s the thing. Our

interrupted impatiently, “You don’t have to talk to me about patients. You know I’m just

was speechless.

self–awareness was so

left Mr. Cavanaugh at

several deep breaths, Mr. Cavanaugh regained his composure.

He’s been across the country and back without finding a cure. It’s a real medical puzzle. He’s turned to our hospital, banking on the Landor Group’s reputation. If we

all up to you.

our hospital.”

speechless

tests gave us anything. I figured, given you were handpicked by Mr. Landor, you must be something special. Could you

diagnosis? I only

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Cavanaugh was astonished.

that shameless about riding on the coattails

but for official stuff, don’t bother,” Thomas said, uninterested.

in

forget the coffee; I’ve got a

are.”

the sarcasm in Mr. Cavanaugh’s tone, Thomas dismissed him with a wave, “Yeah,

without a word, glancing

Mr. Cavanaugh left.

the exquisite snacks in

hesitating

the

was just taking

all, there’s no harm in just looking.

condition was somewhat

severe, just occasional fevers.

he barely had any moments of lucidity throughout the day.

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he visited

anti–tuberculosis treatments, not only did

bacteria began to eat away at his skin and bones. After years of treatment, he had lost over fifty pounds, resembling an extraterrestrial from a science fiction movie.

expression grew more

treatment, his