Broken Oath: I Left, He Regretted Chapter 24: Too Many People Have Their Eyes on Him

The assistant was startled and said, "We’re about to sign the contract. If we stop now, they’ll probably want an explanation."

"A worker just died last night, and now there’s a safety failure with the construction crane. Do they still have the nerve to ask for an explanation?"

As he spoke, his tone carried an undeniable pressure: "Do as I say."

We arrived at the hospital, and the rain had stopped.

As I was getting out of the car, I said to the man, "Thank you so much for today. If it’s convenient, could you leave your business card? I will definitely thank you in person soday."

"No need, it was just a small favor."

He nodded gracefully and instructed his assistant to escort to the hospital.

It was only then that I realized my words were a bit too abrupt.

This man appeared to be quite affluent, and my request for a business card likely made him worry I might cling to him later.

Sensibly, I bid him farewell and was helped out of the car by his assistant.

Fortunately, the hospital rented wheelchairs, and he rented one for to sit in.

Although the gentleman in the car was his boss, it was the assistant who was busy helping the whole ti.

I asked, "Since the gentleman doesn’t want to disclose his na, can you share yours?"

"Oh, my na is Leo Grant. But honestly, there’s no need to worry about it. My boss was the one who first saw you sitting in the rain and asked to co down to check. If you want to thank anyone, thank him. I’m just the errand boy!"

Leo chatted with as he pushed my wheelchair.

I awkwardly said, "But he seems unwilling to disclose his information. I have no chance to express my gratitude."

Leo laughed and said, "That’s just how my boss is, don’t worry about it. Too many people have eyes on him, and he avoids trouble."

The implication was that he was worried I’d use the chance to stick to him and beco a nuisance.

I stopped discussing his boss to avoid any misunderstandings.

Leo took all the way to the Ergency Departnt, and I explained the cause of my injury to the doctor.

The doctor frowned and said, "Your toe is already fractured; you need imdiate surgery. Your family should hurry to pay the fees! If delayed further, your toe could beco ischemic and necrotic, requiring amputation."

Leo imdiately said, "I’ll settle the paynt, doctor, please help take care of her."

Just then, a familiar voice ca from behind the blue curtain in the Ergency Departnt.

Serena Sawyer said, "Where is the doctor? We’ve been here for so long, why hasn’t a doctor co to see yet!"

I didn’t expect them to co to this hospital.

The nurse apologized, "Sorry, there are many patients today, and the doctors are prioritizing the serious cases first."

Serena Sawyer discontentedly retorted, "What do you an by that? I’m having a myocardial flaring up; my chest hurts like hell. Am I not considered a serious case?"

"Miss Sawyer, there’s nothing wrong with your ECG, and the cardiac ultrasound is also normal."

The nurse explained tirelessly, barely refraining from directly stating that she was wasting public resources without being sick.

Serena Sawyer acted dramatically aggrieved, accusing, "Do you think because I’m a public figure, I want to maintain an image, so I’m easy to bully? But I’m a patient now too, and I have the right to complain about your doctors’ inaction!"

Helpless, the nurse had to go out to find a doctor.

The nurse said, "Dr. Payne, why don’t you go see Miss Sawyer first? Otherwise, it’s troubleso if she files a complaint."

"No! I must operate on this lady first; her foot injury can’t wait another minute. Get the operating room ready. If Serena Sawyer wants to complain, let her be. I’ll take responsibility for any consequences!"

The doctor made arrangents decisively, already heading out and instructing the nurse to push over as well.

We hadn’t even left the consultation room when Timothy Xavier’s overpowering voice rang out behind us: "Doctor, I’ve already contacted your director. Now, imdiately see my family mber."

The doctor and I turned back simultaneously.

When Timothy Xavier saw , a hint of surprise flashed through his dark eyes.

Timothy approached and, seeing the large bloodstain on my foot, asked, "What happened?"

I looked at him coldly, as if I didn’t know him, not responding with a single word.

On the construction site, if he had even glanced at , this question wouldn’t have been necessary!

At this mont, Serena ca out from behind the blue curtain and said, "Timothy, has the doctor co? My heart’s racing, and I feel panicked."

Timothy looked at her, then back at , and said, "Let the doctor see Serena first. She has a heart issue; it’s life-threatening."

But this doctor was remarkably firm, hanging up the phone call from the director directly.

And he told Timothy, "I can assure you with my dical career, Miss Sawyer has no problems. Her myocarditis was sothing she had as a child and was long cured, with no possibility of recurrence. If she’s feeling anxious, just comfort her a bit!"

Then, he looked at and said, "However, the lady in the wheelchair, if surgery isn’t perford imdiately, her toe will face amputation, and she’ll be disabled in the future!"

After hearing this, Timothy said nothing more, watching the nurse hurry to push to the operating room.

On the way, I called Jenna Sutton. It was my first ti having surgery, and I was scared.

Then, I called work to ask for leave.

When I was wheeled into the operating room, I was surprised that Timothy followed.

I coldly told him, "I’ve already called Jenna Sutton, I don’t need you. Go back and accompany Serena Sawyer!"

Timothy calmly replied, "The doctor needs a family mber’s signature. Your colleague has already left!"

The implication was that only he could sign for now.

And Leo, who kindly helped , was mistaken by him as my colleague.

At this point, the nurse approached us with the surgical consent form.

Timothy was about to take the pen to sign when I directly pulled it away and told the nurse, "He’s not my family mber."

Then, I signed my na on the surgery consent form myself.

Timothy, on the side, told the nurse, "How is that doctor? Get the best specialist to perform the surgery; we can’t have any aftereffects."

I said, "I want that doctor to do it!"

If it hadn’t been for the principled doctor just now, had it been any other spineless one, my foot might truly have been delayed.

So, I trusted this kind of doctor, willing to leave myself in his hands.

Timothy grabbed my wheelchair with a deep voice, "Now’s not the ti to be stubborn; I’ll help you contact a specialist."

That principled doctor rolled his eyes at Timothy and said, "Sir, do you have sothing against your wife? If you keep delaying, by the ti the specialist cos, your wife’s foot will be disabled!"

I told the doctor, "You don’t have to listen to him, the consent form is signed by , and I decide my surgery."

With my insistence, the surgery was still perford by that doctor personally.

Before I entered the operating room to be anesthetized, the nurse whispered to , "Don’t worry. Our Dr. Payne is the youngest professor in the entire hospital. He never used to co to the Ergency Departnt; he’s only here to help because the ergency is so busy recently. There’s no problem with him performing the surgery; you’re lucky!"

I had no idea how long the surgery lasted.

When I woke up from general anesthesia, it was already dark.

Jenna Sutton was sitting on the sofa beside , looking worried.

Upon hearing my movents, she imdiately rushed to my side and said, "You’re awake? How are you feeling? I’ll call the doctor!"

"Jenna."

I imdiately noticed the large bruise on her forehead and, with a hoarse voice, asked, "What happened to your forehead?"

Jenna Sutton’s expression was a bit unnatural, dodging with, "Accidentally bumped it, it’s fine."

After speaking, she called the doctor who gave a thorough check-up.

After confirming that the operation was successful and I was fine, she finally fed so porridge.

I felt she was hiding sothing from .

Jenna had been pampered since childhood and valued her appearance the most.

Besides, her job is comfortable, how could she possibly injure her forehead without reason?

I drank a few sips of porridge, then continued to ask, "Tell the truth, how did you hurt your forehead?"