CHAPTER 286: CHAPTER 286: BROUGHT LOW TO THE DUST

Miles Grant knew all about these things, after all, he was just in the operating room, where he had been flat-out rejected by the patient.

The little nurse continued, "Originally, there was a person shouting at the door, saying he’s a relative of the patient you operated on last week. That person, who was fine, started to relapse after resting at home for a while, and got increasingly worse. They stubbornly said it’s because you were careless during the surgery, causing it to fail. So they came here to make a fuss and seek justice."

Miles Grant widened his eyes in surprise, never having made a mistake during surgery. How could such a problem occur, especially with a surgery done just last week? The thought itself was impossible. Miles didn’t know what to say to prove his innocence at this moment.

The little nurse, seeing his reaction, must have felt sad too, and comforted him, "It’s okay, Dr. Grant, mistakes in surgery are inevitable. If the relatives come to make trouble, it’ll be over soon. You don’t need to take this matter to heart."

Miles found it amusing, "A mistake? How could it be my mistake? If it really was my mistake, there would’ve been a problem by the afternoon of that day, not now."

The little nurse didn’t know what to say. She felt like she said something wrong, and her face reddened with embarrassment.

Miles felt exasperated, questioning why he was saying so much to such a young nurse.

The little nurse didn’t say much else, just turned and left, exiting to resolve the matter.

Miles felt not only that he didn’t handle this well, but he had also said the wrong thing, inadvertently hurting the little nurse’s feelings, who was genuinely trying to help him.

Suddenly, Miles felt like a failure, angrily pulling off his white coat and throwing it to the ground.

All his pent-up frustration exploded in that moment, his grievances finally uncontrollable, leaving his expression very dour.

Miles was alone in the operating room all afternoon, even as his father called him multiple times, but he didn’t answer.

Miles didn’t understand why recent events were happening so suddenly.

The whole afternoon had passed, and the director dared not have Miles perform any surgeries.

It wasn’t until nightfall, when things had somewhat calmed down, that the director slowly entered the changing room.

The director calmly patted Miles on the shoulder and said, "Grant, don’t be too upset. Maybe you’re just tired recently; take the time to go home and rest. Wait till these things calm down, then come back later. You’ve done so many surgeries recently; you must be tired. Give yourself a break, take it easy."

Miles didn’t know what to say; he no longer wanted to explain himself. His face was pale, having not eaten or drunk anything all day. After all he’d been through, Miles was truly worn out.

Miles waited till dusk when fewer people were coming and going from the hospital, to change into casual clothes and leave.

Miles felt very stifled, more things happening lately, all directed at him. He was questioning who could be behind it all. He didn’t know who he might have offended with such deep-seated hate.

Miles returned home exhausted, feeling like he truly needed rest. He also felt that if he didn’t resolve his father’s business issues, his personal work wouldn’t improve either. Ultimately, he had to identify the culprit causing his grief, or his days would never be better.

Miles, in a gloomy mood, poured himself a glass of wine, swirling it with his finger, watching the yellow liquid coat the glass, before bringing it to his lips for a small sip.

Miles went to the window, looking at the bustling world, with its endless stream of cars and bright lights. It seemed like a long time since he had enjoyed such tranquility. Usually, he was either doing surgeries at the hospital or sleeping at home, with no leisure time at all. Now, with this much time to view the outside scenery, he felt quite good.

But he didn’t want it to be this way. If the matters at the hospital were resolved well, and there were no issues with his family business, he might enjoy the present peace; however, thinking back to these two matters brought a bout of inexplicable irritation, erasing any semblance of good mood.

Suddenly, a feeling of hatred grew within Miles’ heart; his once happy life was shattered like this. If he found out who caused such chaos behind the scenes, he certainly wouldn’t let that person off easily.

Just as he was thinking, his phone rang suddenly.

Miles felt very annoyed, glancing at his phone, assuming it must be his father again, seeing as he’s missed so many calls from him. But surprisingly, upon seeing the three words on his phone screen, he was startled.

It was Landon Lawson!

Miles picked up the phone with a sense of puzzlement.

On the other end came a very cool voice saying, "There’s a problem at the company, why didn’t you tell me?"

Upon hearing this, Miles knew his father must have informed Landon Lawson of this, "Actually, it’s not a big issue. I can resolve it myself. Don’t listen to my dad’s ramblings."

Landon Lawson had some understanding of his friend, knowing that pride was always very important to him. If he awkwardly offered assistance out of nowhere, Miles surely wouldn’t accept it. Better to ask lightly, without harming his dignity.

After all... they had already discussed this issue before. Originally, Landon Lawson did not intend to intervene further, but today’s circumstances no longer permitted Landon to stay out of it.

Miles squinted his eyes, his voice icy: "Landon Lawson, didn’t I tell you before, not to interfere in my affairs? Do you think you’re some kind of god? Can you solve all my problems? This is the Grant Family industry, not the Lawson Family’s. You really think you’re something?"

Despite Miles’ bluntness, Landon Lawson remained calm, unaffected by Miles’ tone. His call aimed at solving issues, not starting a quarrel. Landon knew his purpose this time.