Chapter 46 John is Finished
The scene, which had been so bustling just a moment ago, fell silent. Everyone was shocked. The wealthiest man in Lindwood City, Michael, actually came specifically to find James, and with such a good rapport?
This scene was truly shocking, even subversive. Some people doubted if they were seeing things, pinching their thighs hard to confirm it wasn't a dream.
At this moment, the colleagues from other hospitals were dumbfounded, not to mention the doctors from Lindwood City Hospital, including the chubby woman.
Jennifer was also surprised. Her suitcase had slipped several meters away, and she suddenly remembered the day she called James.
James had told her about the situation at Michael's house. At that time, she didn't believe James and even mocked him. Now, it seemed James hadn't lied to her.
But how did James know Michael? This was simply unbelievable!
Not just Jennifer who was scratching her head over this; John was now about to lose his marbles, looking as queasy as if he'd just chowed down on something rank.
This was the wealthiest man in Lindwood City. It was difficult for ordinary people to even catch a glimpse of him, yet this James, a nobody, knew Michael. Unbelievably, had come specifically to find him and even gifted him a luxury car worth over four hundred grand?
He couldn't believe it. He slapped himself hard, the sound echoing as he cried out in pain.
It was real!
This world was too crazy.
Indeed, James was dressed in cheap clothes, that may be worth less than two hundred dollars altogether. His shoes were in tatters, half of his body soaked, looking as disheveled as a delivery person, completely out of place at the airport.
Standing next to Michael, they seemed like people from two different worlds.
"Mr. Brown, why did you come here?" James asked in confusion.
Michael let out a sigh. And he said, "Dr. Smith, you got any idea how long I've been hunting you down? Ever since you up and vanished without a peep, I've been catching hell from the boss. Now that I've finally tracked you down, let's skip the chit-chat. Just gimme your digits so I can hit you up in the future."
James, helpless, gave his number to Michael.
After saving James's number, Michael breathed a sigh of relief. Then he noticed the Maserati president nearby and frowned, saying, "Randall, didn't I ask you to arrange a luxury car for Dr. Smith? Why did you bring a Maserati? This level of car isn't suitable for Dr. Smith!"
Upon hearing this, everyone was dumbfounded. The fact that a Maserati wasn't good enough for him? Who exactly was Dr. Johnson's husband?
John looked at the key to the second-hand Maserati, something that had once made him extremely proud, now feeling like trouble.
Randall hurriedly said, "Mr. Brown, it's my fault. The situation was urgent, and the nearest luxury car dealership was Maserati. It would take an hour for a Ferrari from the 4S store near the airport to arrive, which was too long."
Michael scrunched his face and asked, "You said over the phone that Dr. Smith got dissed. What's the deal?"
Hearing this, Randall didn't miss a beat and spilled the beans about what he saw earlier. He pointed a finger at John, saying icily, "Especially this dude, Mr. Brown, has been giving Doc Smith a hard time."
Feeling Randall's accusing finger, John started shaking like a leaf, panic setting in.
Michael's face turned stormy, "No way! Do you think you can just disrespect Dr. Smith like that? I think you've crossed the line!"
Those who had been singing John's praises just moments ago were now steering clear of him, as if he was some sort of walking contagion.
Especially the plump woman who had been buttering him up, she was now pointing fingers at John, scrambling to distance herself while she started to heap praises on James.
Someone remarked, "I always knew Doc Smith was a cut above! The minute I laid eyes on him, I could tell he was something special. Told 'ya so!"
Another flattered, "Right on, look at Doc Smith's get-up, it's so on point, he's just dripping with that rich guy vibe."
Somebody exclaimed, "Dr. Johnson hitting the jackpot with Doc Smith, she must've been a superhero in a past life!"
One added, "And then there's John, he should take a long hard look at himself. Does he even hold a candle to Dr. Smith?"
Another sneered, "The kicker is, this guy got himself a used Maserati, trying to flex, and it's a junker no less. What a laugh!"
Someone chimed in, "Exactly, he's got the nerve to rag on Doc Smith. With his loser status, is he even in the same league?"
John had never been humiliated like this before. His was livid, and as he listened to those harsh words, he was utterly furious.
John yelled, "Enough already! So, what if I'm not Mr. Perfect? I'm still miles ahead of that deadbeat James who can't even land a job! I'm running a whole department at Lindwood City Hospital, raking in the big bucks every year! And you, you're not fooling anyone. You're no Michael, you just kind of look like him. You think your little charade is so slick that I can't see right through it?"
Michael, retorted in irritation, "So you're a doctor at Lindwood City Hospital, right?"
"That's right!" John was starting to lose his mind, his rationality drowned in anger, losing his ability to think clearly.
"Alright, let's see if you can keep smiling later." Michael picked up his phone and made a call. "Hello, Mr. Davis, it's me, Michael. Yes, about the financing you asked me for before, I've changed my mind. Your hospital actually hired a scoundrel as the head of a department!
"You can continue the financing, but you must fire this scoundrel named John. Besides, I expect you to investigate to the best of your ability, as quickly as possible, whether he's involved in any corruption or misconduct with colleagues. Yes, once this is sorted out, I can sign the contract immediately."
After hanging up, John snorted, "You're just playing pretend. Still trying to pull one over on me? I'm the hotshot doctor at Lindwood City Hospital, raking in..."
But before he could finish his brag, his phone buzzed. Glancing at it, he saw it was Mr. Davis on the line. A wave of panic hit him, and he hastily hit the speaker button.
A furious voice boomed out, "John, you absolute moron! Have you lost your marbles? How dare you cross the richest dude in Lindwood City? I'm telling you straight up, don't even think about showing up for work tomorrow! You're canned! And you better pray I don't dig up any dirt or rule-breaking on your part at the hospital, or you'll be in a world of legal hurt!"
John was immediately filled with panic.
But Mr. Davis didn't give him a chance to speak and hung up the phone.
John was now in a complete panic, trembling all over. This job was crucial for him because over the years, he had borrowed a lot of money to show off and impress women.
If he lost this job, he would be finished. Most importantly, during this time, he had engaged in some shady activities taking advantage of his position at the hospital!
It was over, truly over.
Thinking about all this, his body trembled, no longer the suave and confident man he had been moments ago. He quickly ran over, fell to his knees in front of Michael, and begged, "Mr. Brown, Mr. Brown, I was wrong, I was wrong, please forgive me."
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