Chapter 922

Trafford invited the executives and colleagues in the hospital over. He even brought in the marketing department for a livestream.

The lobby was full of patients and families hanging around and watching. He thought he was having his big moment.

The moment Trafford saw what was written on the banner, his smile vanished, and he just stood there in shock.

The banner wasn't praising him. It slammed him for being a greedy doctor.

It happened right in front of his colleagues, the higher-ups, the patients, and their families in the lobby. Many people were watching the livestream too. He really made a fool of himself.

Trafford felt like his vision went dark, and his mind was in a complete mess. The entire lobby went totally quiet. Everyone was shocked by the message on the banner.

The medical director, the deputy hospital director, and the hospital director were busy snapping photos for their social media. After posting them, they put their phones away and finally noticed what the banners said.

They hurriedly took out their phones, frantically trying to unsend the post. But it was already too late-there were hundreds of likes and comments questioning it. There were even more shares than likes.

Trafford snapped back to reality and jabbed his finger at Matthew, shouting, "W- What the hell do you want? I've got no beef with you, so why are you messing with me?"

Matthew coldly remarked, "I just want everyone to see your true colors. You're not a doctor, but a bloodsucker with a surgery knife. People like you don't deserve to be a doctor."

His words sparked a lot of chatter from the crowd.

"I've been treated by this doctor before, and he's a total scam. I haven't even gotten any treatment, and they want me to pay a few hundred dollars for some tests. All I had was heatstroke, but he made me do a CT scan and an X-ray."

"My grandson had diarrhea, so we went to him for treatment. We ended up spending over 3,000 dollars in the hospital Later, my grandson went to a clinicand only spent few bucks on some pills. The hospital isa money-grabber."

"Last time, I was on my phone for too long and got blood traces in my eyes. He had me admitted to the hospital.

"I was low on cash at that time, so I went to a clinic. They said my symptoms were mild, and I just needed to rest for a few days. In the end, my eyes healed in just one week."

With everyone pointing at him, Trafford got embarrassed and

furious He pointed at frien

"Y-You're doing this on purpose. I'm

a legit doctor and a lifesaver I'm out here helping people every day="

Trafford barely finished his words when Pierre couldn't take it anymore and yelled, "Shut up, Trafford! How could you call yourself a lifesaver? Do you have no shame?"

When Trafford saw Pierre stepping up, he glared at Pierre and asked, "You're just trying to slander me. Who the heck are you? Are you brave enough to say your name?"

Pierre snickered. "With how shady you are, do I need to do that, Trafford? It's funny how you ask for my name. Don't you know who I am already?"

Who was he? Trafford had already spotted Pierre. With his face all bruised up, it was hard to tell who he was. But Trafford found Pierre's tone to be familiar.

Frowning, he asked, "A-Are you, Pierre?"

Pierre gritted his teeth. "You still remember me, old geezer. Back then, I told the patient that a three-dollar Nexcoldia pack would x them up. Just because my words stopped you from making money, you got behind my back and got me fired.

"I came here today with the banner to tear off your mask and show everyone how heartless you are."

Trafford finally realized the gravity of the situation. It was pretty clear that Pierre showed up for revenge.

Gritting his teeth, Trafford stated, "This is the hospital, Pierre. You've got the nerve to start trouble here. Just you wait. I'm calling the police. I'll make you pay for this."