"Mr. Fu, Caspar claims he had nothing to do with the beating of Nancy. It seems that someone else is involved," reported Hiram.
Charles was stunned. If it was not the crazy Caspar, who else would dare to do such a horrible act?
Charles pulled one cigarette from the packet, lit it, and took a puff. He let out a sigh and paused for a while to think. "If it really wasn't Caspar, do we have other suspects?"
"A lot has been going on, Mr. Fu, and not only against Miss Ning. I learned that you dropped by the hospital to hand over some medicines to Erin a few days back. Jessie's cousin was the doctor on duty at the pharmacy. I believe Jessie has something to do with this," Hiram informed Charles.
"Really? Why would Jessie do that?" Charles frowned in confusion. "Jessie did that because she perceived Nancy as a threat? It should be nothing more than a healthy and wholesome competition. As long as Jessie managed her department well and maintained her professionalism, there shouldn't be any problem between them. I can't imagine how that could be enough motivation to frame and aggressively attack Nancy. If she has such an awful character and personality, how can she be a doctor?"
"Well, Mr. Fu, there is another thing you need to know.
working here. Do you have any idea why Jessie doesn't like me? It's because I never found what she did acceptable. I have seen so many patients and their families crying as they walk out of Jessie's office. She kept on asking them for a red envelope no matter how hard they try to explain that they had already used up their money for the treatment. I couldn't take it. The patient was so pitiful so I told Jessie about their financial struggles. I thought she would empathize and try to understand, but instead, she shouted angrily. "If he doesn't have money, he shouldn't have gotten sick. That's how it is. If anyone in his family gets sick, they have no choice but to spend every penny they have." Erin paused for a while before she continued, "Jessie is being unreasonable and inconsiderate, isn't she? I don't know if I can keep witnessing this anymore. If the patient is unable to provide the red envelope, she really won't perform the surgery despite knowing that any delay may lead to the permanent disability of the patient's leg. One time, I gave the patient two thousand dollars. It was less than the amount that Jessie was demanding, but I told him to go and convince her, and beg if he must. Fortunately, she agreed to perform the operation."