Ice-Cold Ceo, Crazy Love

Chapter 312 The next day, Ben took Thomas to the hospital.

Though Thomas himself had no particular demands for the hospital, merely wishing to get by, Ben still chose a prlocation for him, with top-notch facilities in the country. Ben also secured an experienced doctor to oversee things. With this arrangement, Thomas only needed to bear the title of hospital director, with little else to do but coast along.

Ben, accompanied by Thomas, met with several key figures from various departments of the hospital. Then, he formally announced Thomas's appointment as the director.

At Ben's declaration, murmurs and whispers began to spread among the crowd.

“A director so young? There must be sbackdoor dealings.” “Backdoor dealings? We're a private hospital; what the investor says goes when it comes to naming the director.” “Exactly. They could appoint anyone, no matter how unqualified, and if Mr. Landor backs them, we've got no choice but to accept it.” The staff discussed in hushed tones, careful not to openly express their dissatisfaction, yet their words dripped with disdain.

Thomas observed everyone's expressions, taking it all in.

He could guess what they were all saying.

But it didn’t bother him.

His role as the director was just a front to bide time. Even the most exaggerated comments couldn’t wrong him.

After completing the handover, Thomas saw Ben out.

Pausing at the door, Ben turned to Thomas with a pointed look, “Looks like you're not winning any popularity contests here.” “Isn't that expected? | mean, if | suddenly had to report to a useless boss, | wouldn't be thrilled,” Thomas said, flashing a playful grin.

Ben narrowed his eyes slightly, “If they actually knew your true identity...” “Drop it,” Thomas said, waving his hands dismissively with a look of appeal, “I'm content being a low- key director.” Ben gave him a look, “This is Coraland. What happened in the past won't repeat here.” Back then, Thomas was outwardly a student, but in secret, he had made a significant nfor himself, even revered by spatients as “the Medical Mystic".

The Medical Mystic.

Not just anyone could bear such a title. It signified the pinnacle of medical skill and genuine recognition from patients.

Such fbrought admiration but also envy.

At that time, Thomas treated patients in secret, wearing a mask.

His only condition was to treat one patient at a time.

Once, he encountered a patient with a complicated condition, from a poor family. Thomas didn’t mind; he waived the medical fees and devoted himself to the treatment.

Then, a wealthy patron sought him out, demanding Thomas treat him. The patron's symptoms sounded like a mere cold, hardly needing Thomas's intervention.

Moreover, he already had a patient, so naturally, Thomas refused on the spot.

That very night, the patient Thomas had seen was killed in a sudden house fire.

The police concluded it was an accidental fire, But Thomas knew it wasn’t.

After the patient's death, the spowerful figure sent people to find Thomas again..

Thomas refused once more.

The man gave him a significant look, “I hear a lot of patients think of you as a miracle worker. But | have to ask, does even a miracle worker fear getting burned?”.

Thomas already had his suspicions.

This statement could confirm them.

The previous patient had been killed by this influential person.

Thomas was young at the time.

He fixed the man with a furious glare, “Your boss had nothing more than a mild fever. A good night's sleep and a bit of sweat, and he would've been fine without any medical treatments. He didn’t need me. But the other patient was in critical condition! I'd been nursing him back to health, and he was finally improving. Then you barged in over something so trivial and cost an innocent life! How do you sleep at night?” Thomas's heated accusation was met with an icy chuckle.

The man turned and walked away.

Thomas, enraged, filed a report, demanding a re-investigation of the fire.

But justice for the patient wasn’t served.

What he got instead was another fire.

His apartment building suddenly caught fire in the middle of the night! Thomas was lucky to be rescued.

But he wasn’t the only resident. That night, ten bodies were found.

Among the bodies, there was a young girl who always greeted him with a bright smile.

An old lady who remembered to share her delicious cooking with him.

And a child who greeted him with a warm smile.

In the morning, they were all alive.

But now, they were just lifeless bodies.

When the police arrived, the man was even at the scene.

He looked at Thomas with an icy, mocking smile.

Thomas broke down then. He had always consulted under the guise of “the Medical Mystic”, never revealing his true identity. But seeing this man, Thomas understood.

His identity was exposed. The man knew he was the Medical Mystic.

The fire was his latest act of revenge.

Thomas even felt that his escape was deliberate by the man.

The man wanted him to witness with his own eyes how so many lives were lost because of him! Thomas's sanity snapped in an instant. He wildly accused that man of being the murderer, demanding the police to take him away for investigation.

The police ignored him.

So, he kept shouting and screaming.

Finally, the police took him away for obstructing duties.

As he was taken away, Thomas looked back and saw the man’s mocking smile.

Thomas spent three full days in jail.

It was later when Ben found out and managed to get him out.

Following that incident, Thomas remained quiet for quite a while.

Then, he threw away all his medical books and swore never to mention the Medical Mystic again.

Even if he continued to be a doctor, he'd rather be a mediocre one.

That way, at least not so many people would die because of him.

The past flashed through his mind.

For a brief second, a sharp look flickered in Thomas's eyes.

But he quickly flashed an easygoing smile, “You know, | still believe a laid-back lifestyle suitsbetter.” Ben shot him a knowing look, then coolly looked away, “As long as it makes you happy.” Thomas flashed a big grin and clapped a hand on Ben's shoulder, “Absolutely, I'm over the moon.” With a blank face, Ben gently pulled away from Thomas's grasp, “I should get going. You are in charge of the hospital now.” “Okay,” Thomas chuckled in response.

Ben left.

Watching the departing car, Thomas slowly dropped his smile.

His hand clenched slightly.

How could he find happiness knowing his actions had led to en manu livar Inct? He carried the heavy burden of so many lives on his shoulders.

He could never fully let go in his lifetime! But what could he do? He was just a small-tdoctor.

And the person pulling the strings? He hadn't even seen his real face, only a minion sent by him.

He was in the dark about the real mastermind - their background, appearance, everything...

Even if he wanted revenge, he had no direction.

Even if he did find that person, what then? What could he possibly do? He was just a doctor...

Thomas stood alone for a long time, then calmly turned around and returned to the hospital.

In that single turn, his face was already back to its carefree grin.

He even started humming a tune, looking like he was in a great mood.