The Contract Said No Strings Attached (Charlotte) novel Chapter 485

Rebecca raised her eyebrows in surprise. “Aren’t you an orthopedic surgeon? Since when did you become an expert in men’s health?”

William chuckled. “Rebecca, you’d be amazed at the things I know. I’ve just focused on orthopedics these past few years. As for urology, let’s just say I’ve kept a low profile. Every now and then, someone pulls strings and pays a fortune for a private consult, so I can’t exactly refuse.”

Rebecca thought for a moment, then said, “Well, I’ll get out of your way so you can see your patient.”

With that, Rebecca went off to find her best friend, Isabella Cooper.

As she passed one of the patient rooms, a commotion caught her attention.

“Get out! I don’t want to see you!”

“Sir, please, you need to calm down. Getting upset won’t help your condition.”

Rebecca immediately recognized Isabella’s voice and hurried over. The moment she stepped inside, she saw a patient jabbing an accusatory finger at Isabella, shouting at her. A crowd had gathered—mornings at the hospital were always especially busy.

The patient was half-reclined in bed, his voice booming. “I’m telling you, ever since you gave me that injection, I’ve felt even worse! You call yourself a doctor? Not only are you incompetent, but you’ve got no ethics at all! You’re making a joke out of my illness. If something happens to me today, I swear I’ll see you pay. I hope your whole family suffers for what you’ve done!”

Isabella couldn’t help but let out a disbelieving laugh. She’d dealt with difficult patients before, but never someone so unreasonable. She’d explained everything as clearly as possible, but he just wouldn’t listen.

“Sir, first of all, whatever’s going on with your health has nothing to do with me. Second, I understand you’re upset, but cursing my family? That’s way out of line.”

The man’s face turned crimson with rage. “Oh, so now you’re denying it? Everyone, listen up! This so-called doctor is worse than a snake-oil salesman—irresponsible, unethical. Don’t ever let her treat you!”

Isabella yanked the nurse aside. “We didn’t do anything wrong. Why should we pay him? Or are you planning to pay him out of your own pocket?”

The nurse pouted, her voice plaintive. “Dr. Cooper, this really was your fault. You should be the one to pay. This is a hospital—please, don’t make a scene.”

She acted like she was trying to smooth things over, but was really pouring fuel on the fire.

Just then, the department head rushed in, his face tight with worry. “What’s going on here?”