Chapter 612

"The hospital will form an investigative committee to thoroughly examine this matter. The police have also been notified."

Vivian Laurent's voice was as precise as a surgical instrument.

"If you doubt the hospital's findings, the authorities will provide the final answer."

She adjusted her lab coat with clinical detachment.

"This is a place of healing, not your personal stage for theatrics. Continue this disruption, and security will escort you directly to the police station."

Bianca Semona's bloodshot eyes burned with fury. "Don't threaten me! You killed my father!"

Her accusation tore through the hallway like a jagged scalpel.

Patients began gathering, their murmurs swelling into a chorus of dissent.

"Dr. Laurent saved my life," an elderly man in a wheelchair declared, pounding his armrest.

A middle-aged woman stepped forward, tears glistening. "She gave me an extra year when my cancer was terminal."

"My grandson's congenital heart defect—" a grandmother cradling an infant trembled, "—gone because of her."

Bianca shook violently under the weight of their testimonies. "What does that matter? My father died the day after her surgery!"

Vivian moved with sudden precision, her lab coat slicing the air.

"Every moment was recorded. Consult any specialist worldwide."

Her gaze sharpened to a surgical edge.

"If evidence shows malpractice, I'll surrender my license and my life."

A beat of silence.

"But if I'm cleared, you'll face defamation charges—public retraction and financial restitution."

Bianca bared her teeth. "Fine! And if anything happens to my mother, you're next."

Vivian's brow furrowed. She'd never even met the woman.

"Security—call the police if she continues."

She turned, white fabric whipping like a dismissal.

In the morgue, Chief Wang stared at the corpse with vacant eyes.

"My patient," Vivian stated, snapping on gloves.

The stainless steel table reflected the dead man's eerily serene expression.