“Are you serious, Dr. Carter?” Mr. Thompson bellowed, his deep voice reverberating through the hospital room. His face was red with anger, his hands gesturing wildly. “You’re telling me I need to stay here another week? For what? To run more useless tests and drain my bank account?”
Vivian suppressed a sigh, her patience fraying as she stared at Mr. Thompson, a notoriously stubborn patient in Room 204.
His voice echoed down the hallway, drawing curious glances from passing nurses and interns. He sat on the edge of the hospital bed, his arms crossed over his broad chest, glaring at her with defiance.
“Mr. Thompson. Listen to me,” Vivian began, her voice
Vivian pinched the bridge of her nose, her patience hanging by a thread.
“Oh, spare me the lecture!” he cut her off, jabbing a fin
