Grace Bennett smiled slightly: "I know~ Time to work, get things done. The boss will be coming by today!"

"The boss? I've never seen them before..." Tommy said.

"You'll have the chance today. She'll be checking every department. Hmm, William Foster, your Traditional Chinese Medicine department doesn't have any nurses or guides on duty right now. I'll report it to the nursing department in a bit."

"Oh, thank you!" William Foster looked a bit flattered.

Grace Bennett's beautiful figure disappeared into the nursing department office. Tommy said, "Let's go, let's go. There will be plenty of chances to see her in the future!"

……

William Foster sat in his own office, but his mind was still recalling the acupuncture principles described in the Qing Nang book. As for the mental cultivation method, there were still many unclear parts; William Foster only understood a little bit. However, when he practiced according to the instructions, closing his eyes and then opening them again, he really did feel that everything before his eyes became brighter and much clearer. Judging from this, this mental method was indeed quite good for improving eyesight. But as for when he'd be able to see through the surface to diagnose underlying conditions, that was still unknown.

Icy had said that the most valuable part of that heavenly book was actually the cultivation methods at the end. It was a real pity that when Hua Tuo obtained the book back then, he hadn't been able to make good use of it. Otherwise, how could a legendary doctor like him have died at the hands of Cao Cao? However, William Foster couldn't understand those cultivation methods at all, so he felt that the medical classics at the front were still the most helpful to him.

As usual, the Traditional Chinese Medicine department was very quiet; not a single patient came to register for half the morning.

William Foster wasn't someone who could sit still for long. Suddenly, he heard a commotion in the neighboring gynecology department, so he got up to take a look.

……

In front of the gynecology consultation room, a beautiful girl in a blue wool coat, eyes red, was glaring at the new male doctor in gynecology.

This male doctor had a bad temper, which didn't quite match his fat figure. He glared and said, "What's wrong with you students? Now you're getting all worked up?!"

The girl said nothing, clutching a receipt in her hand.

William Foster asked the gynecology nurse beside him, "What's going on here? Why are they arguing?"

The nurse saw that William Foster was the new doctor in the Traditional Chinese Medicine department, so she whispered, "That girl came here for a checkup, but the doctor mistakenly thought she was here for an abortion, so he gave her an abortion bill. The girl only realized the mistake after paying, so she asked for a refund. You know, a doctor's income is directly tied to the bill amount—how could he just let it go? So, he flatly refuses to refund the money and insists it was the girl's own mistake that led to the wrong bill."

"So whose fault is it, really?"

"Who knows? It doesn't really matter. Once things like this get reported up the chain, the whole story gets twisted..." The nurse's tone was full of world-weariness.

At this moment, the fat gynecology doctor looked very unhappy and said, "What do you want, exactly? Which school are you from? How many students who come to gynecology for checkups aren't here for abortions? If you don't make yourself clear, who can you blame? Or, why don't you tell me which school you're from, and I'll call your school administrator. I just don't believe it!"

The girl's eyes were brimming with tears of grievance. Only then did William Foster notice that she was an extremely beautiful girl! Her snowy, delicate face, expressive eyes, rosy lips—she looked fresh and lovely! And her aggrieved look made her even more heart-wrenching. It was hard to understand how that male doctor could be so cruel over just a few dozen yuan.

The girl finally spoke, her voice very soft: "No matter what, you have to refund my money... that's my living expenses..."

The male doctor's eyebrows shot up: "No way. You made the mistake yourself—who else can you blame?"

The pretty girl's eyes sparkled with tears, and she was about to cry.

There were quite a few doctors present, but almost all of them were just watching the drama—no one was willing to step up and say a word.

At this moment, a voice came from the side—

"Just refund the bill. It's not easy for students."

Everyone looked over and saw that the speaker was none other than William Foster.

The girl immediately looked gratefully at the young Traditional Chinese Medicine doctor in front of her.

But the gynecology doctor wasn't having it. Instead, he mocked, "William Foster? Go back to your own department. What are you butting in here for? What, trying to play the hero? Fine, then—you pay her medical fees for her! Judging by your looks, you don't make much. Bet you can't afford it, can you?"

His gaze was full of contempt. William Foster glanced at him and said coolly, "Someone like you is fit to be a doctor?!"

With that, he turned to the girl and said, "Come on, I'll take you to see the director. I really don't believe there's no justice in this world. If it comes to it, I'll pay your medical fees myself!"

William Foster was full of righteous indignation. The gynecology doctor immediately put on a cold face and said, "Go ahead, go ahead. The bird that sticks its neck out gets shot. Let's see what you get from the director! You can't even protect yourself and still want to meddle in others' business. Like hell you have any medical ethics!"

There weren't any patients around at the moment, so the doctor surnamed Sun was acting arrogant. The other gynecology doctors were all women and didn't dare say anything.

William Foster also put on a cold face, grabbed the girl's hand, and said, "Let's go, we'll reason with the director!"