novelxo Chapter 251 Isn't This A Misunderstanding
"Mr. Fu, Caspar claims he had nothing to do with the beating of Nancy. It seems that someone else is involved," reported Hiram.
Charles was stunned. If it was not the crazy Caspar, who else would dare to do such a horrible act?
Charles pulled one cigarette from the packet, lit it, and took a puff. He let out a sigh and paused for a while to think. "If it really wasn't Caspar, do we have other suspects?"
"A lot has been going on, Mr. Fu, and not only against Miss Ning. I learned that you dropped by the hospital to hand over some medicines to Erin a few days back. Jessie's cousin was the doctor on duty at the pharmacy. I believe Jessie has something to do with this," Hiram informed Charles.
"Really? Why would Jessie do that?" Charles frowned in confusion. "Jessie did that because she perceived Nancy as a threat? It should be nothing more than a healthy and wholesome competition. As long as Jessie managed her department well and maintained her professionalism, there shouldn't be any problem between them. I can't imagine how that could be enough motivation to frame and aggressively attack Nancy. If she has such an awful character and personality, how can she be a doctor?"
"Well, Mr. Fu, there is another thing you need to know. I also discovered that she has been asking for red envelopes from patients. There had been complications that caused Miss Ning a lot of trouble. She is not a greedy person at all. In fact, it was her kindness that placed her in such difficult position. There is no evidence yet, but Jessie is to be blamed for it. A patient once complained about Jessie asking for red envelopes, but she was able cover it up."
Surprised by the information, Charles' eyes widened. "Isn't this a misunderstanding?"
"It is not. Jessie is a scheming woman. Her poor character is incomparable with the decency of Miss Ning. It is really possible that she did that." Hiram walked a few steps toward Charles and explained further, "Jessie asked her cousin to miss her duty on purpose, causing the accident of Nancy's patient. She hoped to cause Miss Ning trouble. What she didn't expect was that you would bring the medicine to the patient yourself."
"Hold on," Charles interrupted Hiram. "If indeed what you just said is true, it means that I was manipulated by that woman, Jessie, as well? Last time I was blackmailed by a woman in my car." Dumbfounded, he blinked a few times. Charles realized he had also been set up.
"But that could be a coincidence. It might not have anything to do with Jessie," Hiram added.
Charles nodded thoughtfully, "Okay, continue investigating Jessie. Report to me as soon as you find anything interesting."
"Yes, sir," Hiram replied in a serious tone. As soon as the conversation was over, he went out of the room.
Charles decided to give Nancy a call.
Nancy just finished an operation. She didn't perform the surgery herself and simply guided her assistant, but her shoulder felt a little sore.
"Oh, Director Nancy, are you tired?" Jessie happened to be walking out of the operating room.
"This is the nature of my job so I'm already used to it," said Nancy indifferently.
"But your shoulder is injured; it needs time to heal. It is definitely more difficult for you to perform surgeries these days. Please let me know if anything happens." Nancy was caught off guard by the sudden change in Jessie's demeanor.
"Ah. Haha, it doesn't matter. Don't worry about it. My shoulder has almost fully recovered," Nancy smiled awkwardly as she walked towards her office.
"Alright, Director Nancy. If you say so," replied Jessie. A weird smile slowly appeared across Jessie's face.
If Nancy ended up marrying Charles, she would be suppressed and pitiful for the rest of her active years as a doctor in the hospital.
People like her who had neither powerful connections nor a competitive background would be pushed aside. She felt stress build up inside her.
Damn it! Even Anna turned against her instead of going against Nancy.
Was it because she was easier to bully and push around?
Erin suddenly appeared with a tray in her hands. "What are you looking at, Director Jessie?"
"Ah, nothing. Don't mind me." Jessie quickly turned around and walked away.
"People would be better off with enough knowledge about who they are and the situation they are in. You should know your position!"
Jessie gritted her teeth with hatred. Erin was so afraid of her before. Ever since she got along with Nancy, she had the audacity to speak to her with such sarcasm.
Jessie stopped and turned around. "Erin, are you forgetting who you are talking to?" She gritted her teeth.
"Of course not! You are Director Jessie. I didn't mean to startle you nor to say anything offensive. You were actually the one who has always been that way," Erin said with a smile on her face. "Are you threatening me?" Jessie shouted. She couldn't contain her anger.
"Oh, I wouldn't dare. I'm just stating facts," Erin said calmly.
"You tactless bitch! You are deluded to think that Nancy has got your back. Listen to me, and listen well. You are too inferior to bully me," Jessie said with rage in her eyes. She couldn't help but raise her hand to hit Erin.
Erin was quick to grab Jessie's arm. "Director Jessie," she said in an accusing tone, "we're in a hospital. Isn't it inappropriate for you to raise a hand on me? I should go. Bye."
She let go of Jessie's arm and headed quickly over to Nancy's office.
Meanwhile, Nancy had taken off her protective suit. She poured herself a glass of water and sipped it slowly. Suddenly, Erin came into her office, grinning.
"What's up with you? Why do you seem so happy?" Nancy asked as she sat with a glass of water in her hand. Erin stuck out her tongue and said, "Director Nancy, you wouldn't believe it. I think I just bullied my Director, Jessie." "What? You? Really?" Nancy couldn't help but smile. She shook her head and asked, "How? What did you do?"
Erin walked closer towards her and whispered, "Director Nancy, I know that bullying Director Jessie is out of my league, but I have access to information that you might want to look into." Nancy didn't think much of it and casually asked, "What information are you talking about?" "Give me a minute. I'll bring it right over," Erin said before heading out.
Nancy shifted her attention back to her glass of water. She took a sip, not really looking forward to the information Erin brought up.
She grabbed a book on orthopedics and began to read it.
After a while, Erin came back to her office with a small notebook in her hands. "Director Nancy, I have been collecting this even before you arrived in this hospital." "What's this? What's in it?" Nancy asked with a curious look in her eyes.
"See for yourself," Erin said cautiously.
Although a bit hesitant, Nancy unfolded the small notebook. Her eyes widened in shock because of what she saw: recorded amounts of money that Jessie asked from patients. "Wow, that's a lot."
"Yes. I've been recording that since I started working here. Do you have any idea why Jessie doesn't like me? It's because I never found what she did acceptable. I have seen so many patients and their families crying as they walk out of Jessie's office. She kept on asking them for a red envelope no matter how hard they try to explain that they had already used up their money for the treatment. I couldn't take it. The patient was so pitiful so I told Jessie about their financial struggles. I thought she would empathize and try to understand, but instead, she shouted angrily. "If he doesn't have money, he shouldn't have gotten sick. That's how it is. If anyone in his family gets sick, they have no choice but to spend every penny they have." Erin paused for a while before she continued, "Jessie is being unreasonable and inconsiderate, isn't she? I don't know if I can keep witnessing this anymore. If the patient is unable to provide the red envelope, she really won't perform the surgery despite knowing that any delay may lead to the permanent disability of the patient's leg. One time, I gave the patient two thousand dollars. It was less than the amount that Jessie was demanding, but I told him to go and convince her, and beg if he must. Fortunately, she agreed to perform the operation.