Chapter 903

The lights in the emergency room remained on.

Evelyn Carter stood at the end of the corridor, the sharp scent of antiseptic filling her nostrils. Her fingers absently traced the edges of the medical chart as she watched the restless man shifting on the bench.

"Did you take the immunosuppressants on time?"

The man jerked his head up, his gaze flickering. "O-of course I did."

Evelyn said nothing, simply holding his stare. Under the fluorescent lights, beads of sweat formed at his temples.

"Rejection isn't trivial." She closed the chart. "That donor organ was hard-won."

The man's knuckles whitened as his fists clenched.

Back in her office, Olivia Lightfoot was pacing with her phone in hand.

"Dr. Carter!" She grabbed Evelyn's arm. "It's a disaster!"

The hospital group chat was exploding with messages. Evelyn scanned the screen, her brow furrowing.

—The transplant patient is an influencer

—Her post went viral

—The comments are slaughtering our reputation

Olivia's eyes reddened. "How dare they drag you into this?"

Evelyn gave her shoulder a light pat. "Just keyboard warriors."

She opened the article. Between the lines were veiled accusations against the hospital. The comment section had already escalated to doxxing medical staff.

When Alexander Hamilton arrived to pick her up, the car stereo was playing a soft piano piece.

"The hospital situation?" He muted the music.

Evelyn handed him her phone. "Someone's stirring the pot."

Alexander's eyes darkened as he read. "I'll handle it."

At dawn the next day, whispers buzzed through the nurse station before Evelyn even reached it.

"The article vanished!"

"Even the hashtags are gone!"

Olivia rushed over, breathless. "Dr. Carter! Guess what? That patient's entire account got suspended!"

Evelyn blinked.

She checked her phone. The viral storm from last night had been wiped clean, as if it never existed. Only the hospital group chat remained active, colleagues marveling at the abrupt reversal.

"Rumor says a heavyweight contacted the platform directly..."

"That's terrifying efficiency..."

Evelyn looked out the window. Alexander's black sedan was gliding away through the morning light.

She remembered the certainty in his eyes last night when he'd said, "I'll handle it."