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When everything had been properly prepped, I began the surgery, opening the patient’s skull. I began the slow, delicate process of removing the tumor, careful with each and every move. Precision was key, especially when working with the brain.
Six hours passed by as I worked carefully at the tumor. My body became drenched in sweat, but inside I was calm. Nothing in the world existed besides me and the patient. I couldn’t think of Julian or Alice or Olivia. Just me, and the tumor I targeted.
I managed to remove it completely, all brain tissue and blood vessels undamaged by the operation.
Noah cheered beside me. It was his first time witnessing this exact procedure, and I remembered the feeling of seeing that kind of success for the first time.
I reconstructed the skull and handed the final step, scalp suturing, over to Noah. The task was routine and well within his ability.
I watched carefully as he began stitching up the patient’s scalp. About halfway through, the needle snapped, falling into the open skull.
Noah froze and suddenly looked up at me. I saw sweat dripping down his forehead.
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Head Healer Eric appeared outside the OR, approaching the patient’s family with confidence.
“I have bad news,” he said, and the family gasped. “Healer Amanda embezzled funds from our hospital. She is using substandard surgical tools as a result of her embezzlement, as she didn’t spend the appropriate funds.”
The family began to murmur between each other.
“A batch of equipment,” Head Healer Eric continued, his voice full of righteous anger, “that was meant to be discarded, has gone missing. Just now, I discovered the packaging in Healer Amanda’s office. This is packaging from the exact same defective batch.
“These tools are known to snap mid-surgery, potentially resulting in failure or other lasting complications.”
The family panicked. Despite nearby orderlies attempting to stop them from disrupting such an intensive operation, the family began pounding on the doors to the OR, demanding that Healer Amanda stop the surgery.
Noah exited the OR, his hands bloodied, to attempt to calm the family down. Seeing their relative’s blood on his hands, though, only convinced them that he’d butchered their family member. They persisted with even more urgency.
Just then, Healer Amanda opened the doors. She was spotless, composed.
“The surgery was a success,” she said calmly.
The surgical bed was wheeled out behind me. I held up a broken suture needle and looked straight at Head Healer Eric.
“This is the needle I used today,” I said, holding up the broken suture needle for everyone to see.
“See?” Head Healer Eric said. “She did use defective equipment! This kind of thing is strictly prohibited!”
The patient’s family started to panic, understandably. If anything happened to the patient, I would be held responsible. Doubts and whispers filled the room, questioning both my skills and my character.
Irritation bubbled inside me.
“Medical equipment procurement isn’t my responsibility,” I said calmly. “That’s your job, Healer Eric. The tools I received this morning weren’t even from the batch you’re talking about. I wouldn’t know which are defective or not. Isn’t quality control supposed to be handled by the supplier-meaning, you? Why were those defective tools kept around at all?”
Head Healer Eric snapped. “I just hadn’t gotten around to discarding them.”
“And where were those defective tools stored?” I asked, irritation building in my voice.
“In my office.”
“According to hospital regulations,” I continued, “defective medical tools should be stored in the supply room, clearly labeled, and kept separately to prevent mix-ups. Why did you keep them in your office? Or were you planning to use them for something else? Maybe reselling them?”
The patient’s family murmured anxiously, now staring at Head Healer Eric instead of Noah and I.
“I have proof your assistant was in my office,” Head Healer Eric argued. “Maybe he took them on your orders.”
I was sure to keep my voice even and calm, despite my frustration at the misplaced accusations.
“Noah was in your office this afternoon-but he was delivering medical records. You’re welcome to check the security cameras in my office to see whether he tampered with any surgical equipment.”
Our discussion erupted into a full on argument when Julian arrived.
Head Healer Eric looked stunned to see the Alpha. Julian explained that he’d been called by the patient’s family-something had gone wrong, and they wanted his intervention.
“Although there was a complication during the surgery, we completed it successfully,” I responded. “Noah, please show the Alpha the post-op recording.”
Noah did, and the footage clearly displayed the scalp suturing process. The footage proved there was no broken needle left in the patient’s skull, and that my surgical technique was flawless, as I’d already known.
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“The first procedure was performed by me,” Noah said, stepping forward to defend me. “The needle broke inside. It surprised me, as a normal needle shouldn’t have behaved that way. But Healer Amanda removed the broken needle, grabbed a new one, and used a delicate needle to stitch it up perfectly. If it weren’t for Healer Amanda’s skill, we don’t know what kind of accident could’ve happened today.”
Julian nodded, then turned to the Head Healer. “You’ll need solid evidence.”
Head Healer Eric replied that the packaging of the defective equipment in Healer Amanda’s office was the evidence.
I shrugged, knowing that wasn’t proof of his accusations at all. “I already said-I didn’t know the tools were defective until afterward.” I glanced over at Julian and Beta. “This kind of thing can be resolved by just checking the surveillance footage.”
Julian ordered his Beta to pull the surveillance footage. When he returned, the report was clear: Noah had indeed visited Head Healer Eric’s office that morning, but he’d only dropped off files and left empty-handed. When he returned to my office, he still hadn’t carried anything. The tools had actually been delivered to my office by a nurse-on the Head Healer Eric’s assistant’s instruction.
Head Healer Eric wiped sweat from his forehead. “Maybe I made a mistake.”
Julian’s tone turned sharp. “You were responsible for storing defective tools properly. According to hospital policy, that failure alone warrants a one-month salary deduction. But because your negligence nearly caused a medical disaster, you’re being docked three months’ pay.”
He turned to me. “As for Healer Amanda-if not for your exceptional skills, this could’ve gone very differently.”
Then he looked around the room. “Healer Amanda is a specialist I personally recruited at great cost. If anyone dares to slander her again without cause, I’ll enforce much harsher penalties.”
I looked at head Healer Eric and smiled my nicest smile. “Maybe the management of this hospital is worse than I imagined. Practicing here, and I have to worry about all this useless shit. I thought this was supposed to be the best hospital in all the packs.”
With that, I turned and left.
A while later, Julian knocked on the door to my office and entered, his attitude respectful.
“Healer Amanda, I’m sorry for the accident. I’ll take steps to straighten out the corruption at this hospital.”