Not Your Doormat Anymore

This wasn't a very over-the-top request, but to buy a hospital, Ms. Smith would need to have at least ten to 20 million dollars in liquid funds. Did she have it?noveldrama

I looked at her and said, "If you want to start a business, a small enterprise should

suffice. A hospital comes with a lot of responsibilities. For a woman..."

With a shake of her head, Ms. Smith explained, "My family is rich."

Nadine explained, "Her uncle owns a research institute. They have a lot of patents."

I suddenly understood. In my past life, Casey had made a fortune solely from my medical patent, not to mention the research institute dedicated to medical studies.

With backing like that, Ms. Smith could indeed open a hospital. It was also directly related to her field of expertise.

I nodded. "Alright. Save my number."

After I exchanged numbers with Ms. Smith, she sent me a link that showed that the next bid would be this coming Friday since the Newton family had given up.

Ms. Smith looked at me and asked, "Can I go with you? You'll bid on it, and I'll buy it."

I thought about it and agreed since I had no plans on that day.

"Great!" Nadine let out a sigh of relief.

"That Newton lady came over so fiercely that day, and many doctors and nurses were called back to the hospital.

"But in the end, she didn't come, saying the hospital was too rundown. Now, everyone is complaining, and most of the other patients have left. The man you operated on is the only patient left.

"If you have time, could you go to the hospital and prescribe some more medication for him, please? I can even pay you. Our hospital really doesn't have any extra doctors right now!" Nadine pressed her hands together, pleading as she looked at me.

"Sure." After all, I was the one who had taken that man to the hospital. I had a responsibility too.

When I went to the hospital, the patient's daughter was seated by the bed in the ward.

When she saw me, she was surprised. "Dr. Ranford, you came too! Dad, this is the doctor who performed your surgery, Dr. Ranford."

The man was already awake. However, because the medical facilities here weren't the best, he wasn't much better.

I frowned when I checked his vitals and reports.

"Nurse..." Recalling the hospital's condition, I swallowed my words before I could say it out loud.

"I'll prescribe medication for you for a few days. If you don't get better, I suggest you transfer to another hospital for treatment."

The woman sighed. "I thought the same as well, but Dad doesn't want to. He wants to stay here."

The man chuckled. "It's peaceful here, and it's easy for me to work."

"Dad, why are you still thinking about work?" The woman widened her eyes.

He comforted her, saying, "Alright, Sharon. Don't make things difficult for Dr. Ranford. Go and get the medication."

Not only were there no other

patients, but there were also no nurses there. Most of the time, the patient and his daughter needed to take the medication and handle the IV-drip on their own.

But this was exactly what the man liked-peace and quiet, without any noise and news coverage. No one would have expected him to get treatment from such a rundown hospital.

The man's daughter, Sharon Baldwin, walked away reluctantly, and the man

turned to look at me. "Dr. Ranford, thanks for taking care of me."

"I'm a doctor; this is my job. As long as you cooperate with us for treatment and recover soon, I'll rest assured, replied with a smile. Since I had been a doctor for so long, was already used to the things that doctors would say.