The Intern Nurse is a Double-faced Beauty

Less than half an hour later, a nurse came to find me.

“Doctor Ellison, the department head wants to see you in his office.”

She looked worried and leaned into a whisper, “It seems Yolanda said something that made the department head really angry. Be careful.”

As I made my way to the office, I noticed nurses whispering and pointing at me.

I caught snippets of words like “offend” and “director’s daughter.”

The director’s daughter?

Frowning, I entered the department head’s office.

The moment I stepped inside, a pen flew straight at me.

I barely dodged it, but it struck my temple, sending a sharp pain through my head. It was a close call, just inches from my eye.

The department head slammed his hand on the desk and glared at me. “Wendy! What on earth are you thinking?”

“You treat patient lives like a game, trying to grab the spotlight during surgery and causing a major error that nearly killed the patient.”

“If Yolanda hadn’t intervened and fixed your mistake, you’d be responsible for a death today!”

“And on top of that, you dared to hit someone. You’ve completely overstepped!”

“Apologize to Yolanda, immediately!”

Three years ago, when I first graduated and started my internship at the hospital, it was the head who took me under his wing. I respected him deeply and saw him as a mentor.

In my previous life, when the patient’s family came to the hospital in an uproar, he knew the truth but still conspired with Vincent to throw me under the bus.

He demanded my dismissal without giving me a chance to defend myself.

Even though I was prepared for his bias toward Yolanda’s lies, experiencing it again still stung.

Vincent stood to the side, avoiding my gaze, his expression conflicted.

Yolanda, almost deliberately, pressed her arm close to Vincent’s, looking smug like a rooster that had won a fight.

Her eyes seemed to show her victory.

Look, your mentor, and your boyfriend, both are on my side.

I met her challenging gaze and asked coldly, “Apologize? Why should I? I haven’t done anything wrong!”

“Yolanda, did I really make a major mistake in the surgery that nearly killed the patient?”

Yolanda responded with a sugary smile and a soft, innocent tone, playing the role of the magnanimous victim. “Yolanda, even though you made a big mistake and inexplicably hit me, I’m not bothered. No need to apologize.”

“But the patient is innocent. They were already suffering from their illness. I hope you can show some professional ethics in the future and not harm patients.”

The director added with a scowl, “Wendy, look how generous and understanding Yolanda is. You should learn from her!”

Watching their charade, their distortion of the truth was nauseating. I sneered, “Learn? Learn to lie through her teeth, to be hypocritical, to twist facts, and to use others' misfortunes for her gain?”

Yolanda's eyes were wide with indignation, tears welling up as she clung to Vincent’s chest, her voice taking on a pitiful tone. “Vincent, she’s bullying me again…”

I ignored Yolanda’s thinly veiled provocation and raised an eyebrow.

“Vincent, you were the lead surgeon and present throughout the operation.”

“You saw firsthand whether I mishandled the instruments, caused the patient’s severe bleeding, or left a piece of gauze inside the patient, nearly leading to a major medical disaster.”

I locked eyes with him, waiting to see him twist the truth right in front of me.

He shifted uncomfortably, instinctively avoiding my gaze, his demeanor awkward.

After three years together, he knew me well, and I knew him just as well.

His guilt was palpable.

But feeling Yolanda snuggle closer, he squared his shoulders, as if to claim the moral high ground.

“Wendy, not only are you refusing to admit your mistakes, but you’re also trying to tarnish Yolanda’s reputation. I’m deeply disappointed in you.”

“Fine, remember today’s falsehoods. You might regret them later.”

I smiled.

He didn’t realize that every slanderous word would turn into ammunition for my revenge, and soon enough, he’d face the repercussions.