My Rich Medical System

Doctor Blackman

“These bastards.” Daven cursed, annoyed that they were now trying to help his father after he had notified them of what was wrong. He didn't know what these doctors were thinking!

In his mind, he vowed that if his father should die, he was going to bring down the hospital.

A few minutes later, James King was finally back to normal and the doctor’s left his side. Daven watched them, with a death glare as they approached him.

“Mr. King, we apologize for our misunderstanding earlier. Do you mind telling us where you got diagnosis of your father's tumor?” The doctor asked.

“Does that matter now?” Daven hissed. “Shouldn’t you be scheduling his surgery now?”

“Not immediately. We have to conduct an MRI scan this time. It will give us a better view of what we are dealing with here…”

“Then do it!” Daven pressed. “How much do you need? Tell me…”

The doctor smiled wryly, seeing Daven’s worry. He assured Daven that his father was going to be alright after they ran the test. As they left, Daven watched them with the urge to sue the whole hospital for their negligence but then he knew he needed to take things slow.

Time passed and the doctor came up to Daven again with a worried look.

“I am afraid you are right about your father’s tumor, Mr. King.” The doctor looked embarrassed.

“Are you going to schedule the surgery now?” Daven fisted his hands, trying not blow up on the doctor.

“Yes…But there is a problem.” The doctor stuttered. “The head surgeon who is to lead the surgery is not in right now. We have to wait.”

“Wait? Until when?” Daven frowned.

“We will inform you of the proceedings. For now, your father has to stay admitted to the hospital…”

The doctor’s words drowned out as Daven was already thinking of the next solution. The hospital, even though it was so big couldn't get another surgeon to help his father.

Both the hospital and the doctors were thrash!

Also, Daven realized money wasn't enough. He had his father admitted to the best hospital, yet money couldn't bring a damn surgeon to help him.

“What do I do?” He held his head, trying to think.

And then once again, the system’s voice resounded in his head.

[Attention, Daven King! A new mission has arrived.]

Immediately, Daven perked up, hoping that the System would provide him a way.

[Find the head surgeon, make him operate on your father and become his student. Do this and unlock the level 2 of the Medical System.]

“What?” Daven gasped, not expecting such a task. But still, he knew he had to do whatever the system said.

“Mr. King, are you listening to me?” The doctor touched Daven to get his attention. Swiftly, Daven caught the doctor’s arm, with a fierce gaze.

“Tell me, where does this head surgeon live?” He asked.

“What? I can’t tell you that–”

“Well, it will be too late to tell me by the time the whole nation hears about your negligence today. You neglected my complaints about my father, didn't you?” Daven grinned wickedly.

“Everything is caught on camera, isn’t it?” Daven’s subtle threat caused the doctor to spill every bit of information he knew.

It turned out that the head surgeon was attending an event that day. Without thinking twice, Daven got a taxi and went straight to the event.

However, when he got to the entrance, he was stopped immediately.

“You can’t go in.” A guard stopped Daven with a mocking gaze. “You are dressed so poorly and yet you want to enter into a meeting consisting of doctors?”

“I want to meet Doctor Blackman! Let me through!” Daven wasn't fazed by the guard at all.

But an unexpected voice echoed behind him, “Why do you want to see my father, fishtail?”

That voice. That mocking nickname. It only reminded him of someone. Gerald.

Slowly, Daven turned around to see Gerald dressed in a suit, a sharp contrast to the jerk he was.

“Are you here to beg my father?” He asked.

“Doctor Blackman is your father?” Daven raised his brows with a mocking gaze which caught Gerald off guard.

“How dare you! Get your eyes away–”

“Gerald! This is not the place.” A thundering voice came from behind Gerald and Daven looked up to see Doctor Blackman incoming with a train of doctors behind him.

“Who is he?” Doctor Blackman pointed at Daven.

“Father, he is a nuisance from school.” Gerald said meekly, a sharp change in his voice.

“Nice to meet you, Doctor Blackman.” Daven took the opportunity to step forward, his gaze filled with reverence. “I am here for you–”

“Step back! Daven! Are you out of your mind?” Gerald tried to drag Daven away but with one jab, Daven threw him off.

He continued, “My father has Glioblastoma of grade IV and he needs immediate surgery. The tumor was not detectable with a CT scan and then an MRI was done…”

Daven went into detail, speaking of his father’s ailment. He got the doctors to standstill and listen to him and when he was finally done, they were all in awe.

“You…” Doctor Blackman pointed at Daven, surprised. “How do you know all this?”

Before Daven could speak, Gerald intervened, “Don’t listen to him, father. He is just a load of crap!”

“Me? A load of crap? Do you even have any idea of whatever is being said here?” Daven shot back at Gerald angrily.

However, this attitude didn't sit well with Blackman at all. He had always been embarrassed that his son, Gerald never wanted to become a doctor. And now seeing someone like Daven overshadowing his son, he felt even more embarrassed.

“You shouldn't talk so rashly, Daven.” Doctor Blackman intervened. “I haven't accepted to do your father’s surgery yet, you know?”

There was a subtle threat in Blackman’s words but Daven was determined to keep challenging them.

“What must I do for you to accept then?” He asked.

“Good.” Blackman smiled, determined to get rid of Daven.

“What is the most basic process to remove such tumor from your father’s brain?” Blackman asked. He knew that it was impossible for Daven to know that. He was sure all the knowledge Daven had just spouted earlier, was probably gotten from the internet.

“If you fail this question, you will be thrown out of here this minute and your father's surgery will not be done by me.” Blackman declared.

Hearing his father’s words, Gerald smiled in glee. The dumb smelly cleaner would never know such a thing.