Chapter 68: Chapter 68: She Said She Would Win, and I Believed Her
Hope Williams took a deep breath, turned around, and said to Benjamin Myers, “Benjamin, thank you, but today I indeed have something to attend to at the Lewis family with him.”
Benjamin Myers looked at her for two seconds and said nothing.
The icy expression on Waylon Lewis’s face gradually dissolved quite a bit, his profound eyes staring at Benjamin Myers even with a hint of pride.
Director Woods had just returned to the hospital when he heard that Hope Williams’s position as department head was temporarily put on hold. As for who among the cardiologists would ultimately take the position, it would be decided by a hospital-wide vote.
The news spread from one to ten, ten to a hundred, and within an hour almost everyone in the hospital knew.
Director Woods initially didn’t believe it, finding it absurd as he personally had appointed the department head. Upon inquiring who had said this, he was told that Vice Chancellor Wood and Elder Murphy were in his office waiting for him.
On his way back to the office, Director Woods heard plenty of outrageous rumors, one even suggesting that if Hope Williams couldn’t retrieve her position as department head, she would leave the hospital.
Director Woods stopped in his tracks, feeling as if the sky were falling; the person he had struggled to recruit was about to leave.
Growing more infuriated, the nearly sixty-year-old Director Woods kicked open the office door and charged in, wishing he could crack open their heads to see if they were filled with sludge.
“You two old fools, played a fine game of acting first and reporting later—have your brains been kicked by a donkey?”
Both Michael Wood and Elder Murphy had anticipated that Director Woods might erupt in anger, but given their relationship, a scolding was all they had expected—not such an explosive reaction; their mouths agape as if to swallow them whole.
Just because of Hope Williams?
“Foolish, extremely foolish—who allowed you to do this?” quivered Director Woods, his fingers trembling with anger.
Being scolded to the face despite his old age, Elder Murphy felt even more angered, convinced that Director Woods had lost his judgment, mistaking the ordinary for the precious. “You’re the one who’s become senile—what were you thinking by promoting her directly to department head?”
“I had my reasons for doing it; Hope Williams is capable of holding that position,” insisted Director Woods, his voice growing louder, audible even outside the closed office door.
Director Woods was rarely this irate, and passing doctors looked at each other in confusion.
“Capable? There are many doctors more capable than her! If you have the ability, promote them all,” Elder Murphy retorted, banging the desk loudly.
“Heh,” Director Woods scoffed in frustration. “You don’t know shit. If she leaves, I’ll never let you off the hook.”
“Old fool, is she really worth all this trouble? Besides, ever since she arrived, I’ve heard nothing but rumors swirling around the hospital. It’d be quieter if she left,” Elder Murphy argued, not intimidated by the harsh words.
Furious, Director Woods’s fingers shook, “That’s just children making trouble; you two aren’t young anymore, do you believe that? If she wasn’t competent, would I have recruited her?”
“Competent? She does make big claims, saying she’s sure to win—I hardly believe it.”
“Did she say that?” Director Woods’s eyebrows twitched.
Elder Murphy smirked, thinking that Director Woods also saw Hope Williams’s statement as bravado. “Yes, she did.”
“Sharp-tongued, indeed. Guess what she said? She said she’ll prove to everyone that she’s the only one for the department head position through each patient she cures, each successful surgery she performs. Based on that statement, I did think highly of her for a moment, but around here, one must speak through ability, not just be skilled verbally. If she truly has the ability, she’d secure that position and show us, and we’d definitely support her without a second word.”
Both Michael Wood and Elder Murphy always valued ability, which wasn’t false nor was it to deliberately make it difficult for Hope Williams. If she truly were talented, it would be more than great for both the hospital and the patients, giving them no reason to oppose her.
Listening, Director Woods chuckled meaningfully, “Truly a girl respected by that old man.”
“What are you muttering about?”
Director Woods replied, “Just watch, she will win.”
“How can you be so sure? The current situation is highly unfavorable for her.”
“She said she would win, didn’t she?”
“I do!” declared Director Woods firmly.
“Heh,” laughed Elder Murphy, turning to Michael Wood, “He’s obsessed.”
“What, you don’t believe? Then let’s wait and see.” Since the situation had developed this way and Hope Williams had personally confirmed it, Director Woods chose to believe in her decision.
“The two of you just wait and see, her medical skills will surprise you beyond your expectations.”
The two men exchanged glances—Hope Williams’s credentials were not yet convincing enough to sway their belief.
At the Lewis family estate.
When they arrived at the old mansion, voices chattered in the large living room. Christopher Lewis, Alitzel Williams were there, and there was another elegantly dressed lady—Kaeli Thompson had also seen her before, she was Joy Ward’s mother.
Waylon Lewis went to park the car while Hope Williams, expressionless, walked into the hall with Joy. Those on the sofas chatting paused.
Although Hope Williams didn’t want to engage in such insincere interaction, being in someone else’s house, she couldn’t just ignore these people and go straight upstairs. Carrying a medicine box and maintaining a calm demeanor, she greeted politely, “Chairman Lewis, Mrs. Lewis.”
“Uncle, Aunt,” Joy approached the people on the sofa with a bright and graceful smile.
“Mom,” Joy sat next to Kaeli Thompson, “What brings you here?”