A nurse came rushing into the room, her breath coming in frantic bursts. She barely glanced at Katelyn’s injured hand before speaking with a tremor.

“It’s bad, Doctor Hades. We just discovered the patient has an infectious disease—it’s affecting his kidneys!”

Katelyn’s mind struggled to process the words as she inquired, “What did you just say?” This couldn’t be right. She had just operated on Jamison, and though the report had listed some complications, there had been no mention of any infectious disease. She had sustained a cut on her finger during the surgery, and now this new information came hanging in the air like a storm cloud.

The young nurse was barely holding it together as she spoke. “We only found out just now, Doctor Hades. You need to get the prophylactic injection immediately. All the doctors who were involved in the surgery are already getting it.”

Katelyn’s fist tightened as anger flared up inside her. According to the hospital’s procedures, any infectious disease should have been caught during the routine tests. Something this serious shouldn’t have been missed. Well, unless someone had deliberately hidden it.

Her mind instantly landed on Langston. He must have a hand in this. She couldn’t shake the suspicion that someone had ensured her finger was cut—that it wasn’t an accident.

Vincent’s gaze drifted to her hand, and he understood instantly what the situation was. He spoke with a steady and determined voice, “I’ll find Langston.”

Katelyn inhaled deeply, forcing the anger back down. “I’ll go with you, but I need to get the injection first.”

In any surgical environment, deliberately concealing a patient’s infectious disease was a very serious issue. The hospital had the proper protective equipment for these situations. During surgeries involving infectious patients, the protective gear was usually the thickest available. But in the case of the recent surgery, they had only worn the standard equipment—just like they did during Jamison’s surgery. Worse, the cut on Katelyn’s finger had left the wound open, vulnerable to the air.

The anger boiling inside her was barely contained. “If Langston really set this up, I won’t let him get away with it.”

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Vincent’s gaze softened, concern flickering across his face. “Get the injection first,” he said gently.

“Okay.”

The needle was thick, and the amount of medication it delivered was more than she’d expected. As the needle pushed into her skin, Katelyn turned her head, her teeth grinding together against the sharp pain. A swelling lump formed quickly at the site of the injection.

Vincent stood by her side, still and silent. Even with the mask on, he could see the strain in her eyes, the pain she couldn’t quite hide.

Langston had planned this.

This was all part of a twisted plot to ruin Hades’ career and name with this one incident.

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