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At the hospital, Thomas became the director just like that.

His daily routine went something like this: sleep in till around nine or ten in the morning, then leisurely start his day with a coffee in hand, lounging in his office for a bit.

A must–do for him was a nap at noon.

By the time he woke up, it was usually around three or four in the afternoon, just in time for a bit of coffee before he casually called it a day.

Even as the director, Thomas’s style stirred up quite a bit of dissatisfaction.

One day, just as Thomas was waking from his nap, he was about to enjoy some coffee when someone knocked on his office door.

Thomas raised an eyebrow, surprised.

Wasn’t he the universally acknowledged incompetent director?

And yet someone was actually seeking him out?

“Come in,” Thomas said, in a lazy drawl.

“Director.”

The visitor was Mr. Cavanaugh, the vice dean elected by the other doctors.

Mr. Cavanaugh, approaching fifty, boasted years of clinical expertise and stood as one of Anaville’s most

esteemed doctors.

If Ben hadn’t made him such an attractive offer, he would never have considered joining a private

hospital.

Originally, he was just the deputy director.

But in the absence of a director, he was the one calling the shots at the hospital, a role that Mr. Cavanaugh quite relished.

But then, out of the blue, Ben suddenly appointed this young kid as the director.

Initially, Mr. Cavanaugh was pretty hesitant.

Typically, in the medical field, a hospital director is known for their outstanding reputation or exceptional medical expertise.

But what did Thomas have?

Reputation?

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Medical skills?

Please, with his age, how skilled could he be?

Although Thomas didn’t interfere much, the hospital was still under his control.

But after giving it a lot of thought, Mr. Cavanaugh still found it hard to come to terms with it.

Today, he felt compelled to probe into the true nature of this Thomas.

When Thomas saw Mr. Cavanaugh, he broke into a smile, “Oh, Mr. Cavanaugh! Perfect timing. Join me. for some coffee and pastries. The lemon bars today are absolutely heavenly. Just the aroma is intoxicating. And once you taste them, they’re sure to be…”

Thomas enthusiastically introduced the various snacks to Mr. Cavanaugh,

Mr. Cavanaugh tried his best to hold back, but ultimately he couldn’t resist.

He couldn’t help but say, “Dean, I’m here on official business.

“Official business?” Thomas was somewhat surprised. “Why come to me for official matters? You can

decide on your own.”

Mr. Cavanaugh was at a loss for words.

He wasn’t sure whether to feel happy or to complain.

He took a deep breath, trying to smile, “Dean, here’s the thing. Our hospital received a patient today. His case is quite unusual. He’s…‘

“A patient?” Thomas interrupted impatiently, “You don’t have to talk to me about patients. You know I’m just here to pass the time.”

Mr. Cavanaugh was speechless.

Thomas’s self–awareness was so profound.

It left Mr. Cavanaugh at a loss for words.

After several deep breaths, Mr. Cavanaugh regained his composure.

He spoke in a low tone, “Dean, here’s the situation. This patient’s case is quite a mystery. He’s been across the country and back without finding a cure. It’s a real medical puzzle. He’s turned to our hospital, banking on the Landor Group’s reputation. If we can solve his case, it’ll put us on the map, and we won’t have trouble drawing in patients after that.”

Thomas looked at Mr. Cavanaugh encouragingly, “Then it’s all up to you. You must do your best to bring

honor to our hospital.”

Mr. Cavanaugh was speechless yet again..

He managed a wry smile before saying, “Dean, believe me, if I had any answers, I wouldn’t be here. This patient’s case is tricky. None of the tests gave us anything. I figured, given you were handpicked by Mr. Landor, you must be something special. Could you take a look and see what you can make of it?”

“Me?” Thomas stared at Mr. Cavanaugh, incredulous. “You expect me to make a diagnosis? I only got the Dean position because I’m Ben’s childhood friend – it’s not about my skills.”

Mr. Cavanaugh was astonished.

Could anyone really be that shameless about riding on the coattails of nepotism?

“Mr. Cavanaugh, drop by for coffee anytime, but for official stuff, don’t bother,” Thomas said, uninterested.

Mr. Cavanaugh’s lips curled in a resigned smirk.

He hesitated for a moment before setting the medical records on Thomas’s desk. “Anyway, Dean, please review these. And forget the coffee; I’ve got a ton of things back at the hospital. I’m not as free as you

are.”

Choosing to ignore the sarcasm in Mr. Cavanaugh’s tone, Thomas dismissed him with a wave, “Yeah, yeah, go ahead, get back to work.”

Mr. Cavanaugh left without a word, glancing back at Thomas.

Mr. Cavanaugh left.

But Thomas didn’t pay attention to the exquisite snacks in front of him.

He narrowed his eyes, hesitating for a long while.

He slowly opened the patient’s medical file.

Thomas reminded himself that he was just taking a look.

After all, there’s no harm in just looking.

However, this patient’s condition was somewhat bizarre.

Initially, his symptoms weren’t severe, just occasional fevers.

But gradually, the fevers worsened, and eventually, he barely had any moments of lucidity throughout the day.

The first hospital he visited diagnosed him with tuberculosis.

However, after a series of anti–tuberculosis treatments, not only did his condition not improve, it worsened.

Cavities developed in his lungs, and the bacteria began to eat away at his skin and bones. After years of treatment, he had lost over fifty pounds, resembling an extraterrestrial from a science fiction movie.

Thomas’s expression grew more solemn.

After six years of seeking treatment, his condition only worsened.

Now, he was in a state worse than death.

Driven by a doctor’s instinct, Thomas felt compelled to keep reading.

Recently, the patient had developed a lot of abscesses all over.

Based on clinical findings, the hospital ruled out tuberculosis.

But the actual cause remained unknown.

The hospital had taken samples from various parts of his body, but despite numerous tests, they couldn’t detect any bacteria.

Without identifying the cause, they couldn’t make a diagnosis, and the situation reached a deadlock.

Thomas squinted his eyes.

How challenging!

There was no doubt the patient was infected with bacteria.

But the fact that it eluded detection by so many instruments indicated it was an exceptionally cunning

type.

The hunt for bacteria by a doctor is a battle of wits and courage.

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The more cunning the bacteria, the more skilled a doctor needed to be to conquer it!

Night fell, Thomas sneaked into the patient’s room, and while the patient slept, he took samples from the abscesses, and then locked himself in the lab.

He stayed up all night.

The following day, Thomas yawned and called over Mr. Cavanaugh.

“Mr. Cavanaugh, care for some breakfast?” Thomas asked, extending a bagel toward him. “The bagels are f from the freezer, but heat them up, and they’re not half bad.”

Mr. Cavanaugh couldn’t help but respond somewhat irritably, “Director! It’s already nine o’clock! I had breakfast a long time ago.”

“What? It’s nine already? Sorry, I overslept.” Thomas yawned again.

He had been up all night and didn’t hit the sack until seven in the morning. Though he intended to just catch a quick nap, he wound up snoozing for a full two hours.

Mr. Cavanaugh really didn’t feel like dealing with Thomas at the moment. “Director, if there’s nothing else, I need to get back to work.”

“Oh, sure, go ahead.” Thomas casually handed him a report. “Take this with you.”

“What’s this?” Mr. Cavanaugh frowned as he took it.

It turned out to be a bacterial diagnosis report.

As Mr. Cavanaugh read it, his eyes widened in shock..

He abruptly turned to Thomas, “This…”