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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?

didn’t interfere much, the hospital was

Mr. Cavanaugh still found

to probe into the true

Join me. for some coffee and pastries. The lemon bars

the various

best to hold back, but

say, “Dean,

“Why come

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on your own.”

Cavanaugh was at a loss for

wasn’t sure whether to feel happy

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

to me about patients. You know I’m

Cavanaugh was

self–awareness was

at a loss

breaths, Mr. Cavanaugh regained his

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. You must do your best

to our

was speechless yet

if I had any answers, I wouldn’t be here. This patient’s case is tricky. None of the tests gave us anything. I figured, given you were handpicked

a diagnosis? I only got the Dean position because I’m Ben’s childhood friend

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was

anyone really be that shameless about riding on the coattails

for coffee anytime, but for official

Cavanaugh’s lips curled in

before setting the medical records on Thomas’s desk. “Anyway, Dean, please review these. And forget the coffee; I’ve

are.”

him with a wave, “Yeah, yeah,

word,

Mr. Cavanaugh left.

attention to the exquisite snacks in front of

narrowed his eyes, hesitating for a long

opened the

that he was just taking a look.

all, there’s no harm

patient’s condition was

severe,

gradually, the fevers worsened, and eventually, he barely had any moments of lucidity throughout the

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he visited diagnosed him with

not only did his condition

at his skin and bones. After years of treatment, he had lost over fifty pounds, resembling

expression grew more

six years of seeking treatment, his condition only