Santiago’s POV
I stood before the medical directive panel that was brooding in anger for my abrupt decision on Lily’s surgery. Their anger wasn’t on the surgery but rather the person who carried it out.
“You do know that what you have done will warrant a seizure of your practicing license for two years. Who gave you the permission to carry out the surgery? What would you have done if the surgery was unsuccessful? Do you how much risk you just put our hospital? I know that you are feeling like a hot shot because of that brain of yours. I suggest you know your place if you don’t want to be silenced in the cruelest way,” my direct supervisor queried me.
I had no energy to argue with them and felt it was a waste of my time. They were all cowards living a grand life while bearing the
