Chapter 319: Chapter 319: Of All the People to Offend, Why Leon Keane?
"Where’s the doctor from the First Hospital? Shelton, call them and find out what’s going on!" Dean Quinn raised his hand and checked his watch. It’s been twenty minutes already, why hasn’t he arrived?
The First Hospital is only a ten-minute drive from Mount Cygnus Hospital. When he arrived, Shelton said the doctor was on his way. Did he come by private car? Stuck in traffic?
Thinking about this possibility, Dean Quinn suddenly felt a bit angry. His son is gravely injured, waiting for the doctor to come and perform surgery, and Shelton didn’t tell them to come by ambulance?
"Alright, I’ll call immediately." Shelton Hale was also worried. Seeing the displeasure on Dean Quinn’s face, he broke out in a cold sweat and picked up the phone to dial.
"Director Vasquez, I’m Shelton Hale from Mount Cygnus Hospital. Where’s the orthopedic doctor you sent?"
"Sorry, I’m not Director Vasquez. He had to go out for something. I’m not fully aware of the situation you’re mentioning."
The voice on the phone was a woman’s.
Shelton Hale’s face darkened. Damn Director Vasquez, off gallivanting at a time like this?
Shelton was furious but dared not express it: "Could you trouble yourself to give me Director Vasquez’s personal phone number? I’ll contact him directly."
"Sorry, I can’t just give out Director Vasquez’s personal phone number, it’s hospital policy."
"Rules are dead, people are alive. Don’t you understand flexibility? This concerns a matter of life and death."
Shelton Hale was infuriated.
The woman said mockingly, "If you don’t have what it takes, don’t take the job. Now you realize it’s life and death?"
Shelton Hale really wanted to punch the woman on the phone.
"I don’t want to waste words with you. Just give me Director Vasquez’s personal phone number."
"Sorry, I don’t have the authority."
"You want to die?"
Clunk!
The other party hung up.
Shelton Hale was livid. What’s the deal? So arrogant?
"Dean Quinn..."
"Shelton, are you insane? We’re asking for their help now, is this how you ask for favors? Don’t you know how to be humble when asking for help?"
Dean Quinn cut off Shelton Hale, furious at his lack of refinement. "You’re a graduate student for heaven’s sake, how can you speak so rudely?"
Shelton Hale felt uncomfortable being criticized, cursing the woman who answered the phone, wishing her entire family would die.
"Uncle, I’ve been humble, you didn’t hear how arrogant she was on the phone."
Dean Quinn’s face immediately fell.
The Quinn family and the Hale family are related, but relatives are relatives, work is work. Dean Quinn disliked anyone playing the family card in a professional setting.
If work and family are mixed, businesses like that are doomed to fail.
"I see arrogance and conceit, not humility. Redial and apologize. You must get Director Vasquez’s number."
Dean Quinn insisted.
"Also, Shelton, in the hospital, I’m Dean Quinn, not your uncle. If you can’t distinguish, you might as well pack your things and leave now."
Several pairs of eyes stared at Shelton Hale, some belonging to doctors, some to nurses.
Shelton Hale felt ashamed, being scolded publicly by his uncle.
Knowing his uncle’s temper, Shelton dared not retort: "I know I was wrong. I’ll change."
After speaking, Shelton felt some glances turn mocking, as if they were laughing at him.
Shelton Hale clenched his fingers.
Shelton dialed again, and the same annoying woman answered.
Shelton took a deep breath: "I’m sorry for my earlier attitude. I was too anxious and misspoke. Dear sister, I beg you, give me Director Vasquez’s personal number! The patient in the emergency room’s condition is dire."
Dean Quinn frowned; Shelton’s choice of words was inappropriate. His son is in a dire condition? Was Shelton cursing his son?
"Who’s your sister? You’re sick."
Bam!
The call ended.
Shelton Hale’s face was ashen. He dialed again, but was met with repeated hang-ups. His patience was nearly exhausted, and the person he was calling grew annoyed, eventually leaving the phone off the hook, preventing him from calling back.
Shelton Hale was half disheartened, driven to madness.
Dean Quinn shot Shelton a harsh glare: "You can’t even handle a small matter? Get out!"
Shelton Hale was sent out by Dean Quinn. He squeezed his fist, thinking bad thoughts. He would find the woman who hung up on him, embarrassing him in front of Dean Quinn.
He wasn’t going to let her off the hook.
Dean Quinn personally called the First Hospital’s dean. Though not familiar, they had met, and surely the dean would give him face.
Dean Quinn didn’t expect his status meant nothing. The call was ended by the other party, and after two attempts, the dean turned off his phone.
Dean Quinn felt a bad premonition. Did Shelton Hale offend someone, causing the First Hospital to refuse help?
Shelton Hale truly is inept.
Meanwhile, at the First Hospital.
A beautiful woman sat at Director Vasquez’s desk.
Director Vasquez was still present, contrary to the woman’s statement, standing beside her.
"Uncle Vasquez, steer clear of matters concerning Mount Cygnus from now on. Shelton Hale has offended someone he shouldn’t, he’ll soon regret it."
Director Vasquez broke out in a cold sweat.
"Jackie, who has Shelton offended? We’re alone here, could you share a bit?"
Gloria Rogers gracefully rose, taking a branded leather bag from the desk.
"Leon Keane."
Director Vasquez almost collapsed upon hearing the name.
Shelton Hale brought disaster upon himself. Of all people to offend, why Leon Keane?
~
5:30 PM.
Shelton Hale finished work; it was the peak hour for traffic. The roads were congested.
Already in a bad mood, the traffic increased Shelton’s frustration. Constantly honking, he drove into the underground parking of his complex when a luxury car suddenly cut in front of him.
Shelton was incensed, deliberately accelerating to force the car to stop.
Shelton unbuckled his seatbelt, climbed down from the driver’s seat, slammed the car door shut, and approached the luxury car with rage: "Do you have a death wish? Speeding in a garage?"
"Get out, get the hell out, don’t hide in the car like a coward,"
Shelton raised his foot, fiercely kicking the front of the opponent’s car. Today had been too infuriating; berated by Dean Quinn, ridiculed by colleagues, hung up by the First Hospital’s woman, called a lunatic.
Finally, off work, stuck in traffic, and now a bastard driver speeding, adding to his frustration?
Ridiculous.
Just a luxury car driver, what’s so great about it?
The silver-grey Bugatti Veyron’s driver-side door opened, and a man as handsome as a deity emerged. His aura was intensely cold, dropping the garage temperature by a dozen degrees.