He hesitated before replying, "A woman asked me to give this to you. She said you’re nearing menopause... bad temper of an old woman and she won’t bother with you anymore. This contains a menopausal oral solution. But... you look only about thirty."
I calmly told him to throw away the things Kelly had used to provoke me, then closed the door.
I took out the divorce agreement and carefully signed my name.
My phone vibrated a few times. It was a message from the hospital’s HR manager:
"Mrs. Parker, would you please reconsider? It doesn't matter with the others, but how could you send Doctor Steven and Kelly to Africa?"
"I know you’re upset after losing your children and you’re angry with Doctor Steven. But please keep your public and private lives separate and don’t resort to such dirty tactics. Not only are you harming two talented people, but you’re also costing countless patients their chance at survival."
I replied calmly, "You have a point. I forgot to punish you. You’re fired and I’ll have a third party take over your duties."
Right after that, I immediately contacted the third-party management group and asked them to take full control of the hospital’s personnel and logistics.
"Anyone who pleads for Steven and Kelly will be sent to Africa. Those who refuse will be required to reimburse their initial training costs."
I gently touched the children’s urns, speaking word by word.
The doctors who supported Kelly in the comments were all impoverished students I had once sponsored with my own money. I had given them the opportunity to study abroad. In the end, all they cared about was currying favor with Steven. They had completely forgotten who trained them to become excellent doctors.
As expected, they followed Steven’s lead. All ungrateful people were the same. People with eyes only for power and profit could never become truly good doctors. They needed to suffer more to understand the real meaning of a doctor’s compassion.
After hanging up, I noticed Steven had called me more than a dozen times in a row.
Finally, perhaps in a fit of rage, he even added me as a friend again—with the note: “Answering call.”
Just then, a new call came in. I answered. As soon as I picked up, he hurled insults at me.
"Are you crazy? I'm about to get my professional title reviewed and Kelly is getting a full-time job and you actually reported us to the African branch."