He Watched Me Shine Without Him novel Chapter 87

Charlotte came in like a storm.

Without even sitting down, she launched straight into an accusation: “Dr. Rose, if your medical skills are lacking, then stop hurting patients!”

Rose blinked, caught off guard. “What do you mean?”

“I told you I was sick, and you insisted I wasn’t! You said my symptoms were caused by anxiety and told me to stop taking my meds and get more rest. Well, I followed your advice, and now I feel worse than ever—my chest tightens all night long!”

Rose responded calmly, “Somatic disorders are real illnesses. But if medication does more harm to your liver and kidneys than good, then stopping is warranted.” She gently asked, “Have you experienced any major emotional upheaval recently?”

Charlotte flared up. “Are you cursing me? My home life is perfect! I’m happily married and financially secure—what upheaval could I possibly have?”

“Let me see your hand,” Rose offered. “I’d like to take your pulse.”

Charlotte burst out laughing and mocked her. “You’re one of those quacks? Pulse-reading? What are you, a fortune teller? I don’t believe in that nonsense.”

Rose’s tone turned serious. “There’s no such thing as a ‘fake doctor’ when it comes to healing people. Medicine doesn’t need to be divided by school or tradition.”

But Charlotte’s yelling soon drew a crowd. A handful of clueless bystanders quickly sided with her.

“This girl’s way too young—how could she have any experience? I’m never letting her treat me!”

Rose had never experienced something like this before—being publicly shamed and blamed. Her face flushed red with embarrassment, and she wished she could disappear into a hole in the ground.

Then, it got worse.

Charlotte’s husband Noah arrived, exuding power and importance, trailed by the bootlicking hospital director. Noah gave Rose a cold look and scoffed to the director, “Is this the kind of person your hospital hires? This little girl made my wife’s condition worse.”

The director, whose jealousy of Rose had long simmered under the surface, jumped at the opportunity to cozy up to Noah.

“Don’t worry,” he said. “I’ll have her fired immediately.”

Rose trembled with rage. “Director, I’ll stake my career on this—I absolutely did not misdiagnose her. Mrs. Che is suffering from autonomic dysfunction caused by severe anxiety.”

But the director didn’t care about facts. He just wanted to please the man with money.

“Dr. Rose, enough. If you made a mistake, you need to accept the consequences.”

“But I didn’t make a mistake.”

“Shut your mouth. You don’t get to speak here.”

Rose felt like her lungs were collapsing under the pressure. Her eyes began to sting, red from holding back tears.

Then, suddenly—click click click. The bright glare of a camera flash lit up Charlotte and Noah’s faces.

Noah’s face turned nearly purple. Why now? Why did it have to be this guy?

In response, Owen tapped his phone casually and hit send—sending them to Houston. Then, and only then, did he delete the files.

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