"You want... to drive me away??" Claire Woodward quivered her lips to speak, her face full of disbelief.

She, the gold-medal doctor desired everywhere she goes, Isaac Ross actually wants to kick her out just because she said a few wrong words?

Isaac Ross looked at Claire coldly and said, "You heard right. Now, immediately, pack your luggage. I don’t want to see you at my hospital again."

Claire’s eyes widened instantly. She felt her blood surge from the soles of her feet to her skull, her head buzzing as if a thousand bees were flying inside.

Damian Knight stepped forward, saying, "Hurry up and leave, or do I need to call someone to throw you out?"

Seeing this woman reminded him of Mio Osborne’s issue last time. If not for fearing damage to Summer Monroe’s reputation, he would’ve already called The Vanguard to lock Claire up in The Vanguard Prison.

Claire’s knees buckled with fright, her face pale, as she slinked away under the strange gazes of all doctors and nurses in the emergency room.

When she stepped out of the emergency room, she finally felt she could breathe again.

She tried to reassure herself: It’s okay, leaving Ross Hospital, there are other hospitals eager to have her.

If she says she resigned voluntarily, perhaps the dean of First Central Hospital might approach her to work there, maybe even directly at a vice-dean level.

The more Claire thought about it, the more she felt that leaving Ross Hospital wasn’t a bad thing.

Ross Hospital has too many skilled doctors. Even for her, advancement was difficult. Better be the head at First Central Hospital rather than the tail here.

However, just as Claire was about to go to her office to pack up, a group of black-suited bodyguards blocked her path.

"Who are you?"

Claire stepped back in shock.

The bodyguards quickly formed two rows.

Claire saw the person standing behind the bodyguards.

Old Master Kingston!

Claire trembled with fear as Old Master Kingston directly pulled out a handgun and aimed it at her forehead. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

"No!"

In the next moment, with a "bang," Claire collapsed to the ground, unable to move.

"Hah?" Old Master Kingston amusingly stepped forward, playing with the fake gun in his hand, kicked the fainted Claire lying still on the ground, and contemptuously said, "Scared to faint, truly useless!"

This is Crestfall, not a battlefield. How could he actually fire at this woman in public?

Compared to the one in the rescue room, this woman, tsk tsk, falls far short.

Shaking his head, losing interest, Old Master Kingston instructed the bodyguards, "Throw her out."

"Yes!" Without a moment’s hesitation, the bodyguards dragged Claire out.

Along the way, whether patients or doctors witnessed Claire being dragged out, each was dumbfounded, whispering discussions—

"What happened here?"

"Isn’t that Dr. Claire Woodward? Did she offend someone?"

"I bet she might have killed the patient!"

"Oh dear, that truly is..."

Outside the emergency room.

Ronan Kingston didn’t know what had transpired inside the rescue room, stiffly advising Old Master Kingston, "Grandfather, why scare the doctor for no reason? Why throw her out?"

"What doctor? She’s just a quack! Don’t think I couldn’t tell, she had no confidence to save Julian at the time. Almost caused me and Julian to join her in peril; she deserves it!"

Just as Old Master Kingston finished cursing, the light in the rescue room turned green.

The surgery had ended.