Chapter 338 Withdraw The Report

Jack buttoned up his shirt. Seeing that Rachel made no move to leave for the hospital, he raised his eyebrows. "Aren't you going to work today?"

"I took a few days off. I'm exhausted." She shrugged indifferently.

Although that was reasonable, he still didn't understand why she looked so gloomy. Without prodding further, he went to the bathroom to freshen up. When he came out and scanned through his phone, an article popped up onto his screen.

"Is It Ethical For a Doctor to Perform Surgery on A Patient Without His Family's Consent?" the title read.

Whenever Jack saw news related to hospitals and doctors in the city, he would usually be the first one to read it. He even set up his phone to alert him every time there was news. Immediately, he clicked on the article and scanned its contents. The more he read, the deeper his frown became.

The article had stated how the doctor operated on her patient without the consent of his family. Although the news didn't mention any hospitals or doctors, there was one sentence that drew him in. It said, "Is this doctor the same doctor who had been beaten by her patient? Find out soon!" His eyebrows raised.

Now, everything seemed to have fallen into place.

That was why Rachel decided to take a break for a couple of days. It wasn't because she was exhausted, but because she had been suspended from medical practice until the board had made a decision.

"Breakfast is ready," she called out from the kitchen.

Jack put down his phone and walked out

"Let me drive you home," he offered.

"No thanks. I actually drove here myself. The car's parked there." She pointed at her car.

"Well, are you free the day after tomorrow?" He opened the car door and gracefully pulled out a red invitation. "One of my friend's daughter will celebrate her birthday. Would you like to come with me?"

'Is this the party that Jack had told me about?' she thought.

Usually, given that they were businessmen, their circle of friends sometimes intercepted with one another.

She shook her head lightly. "I have plans that day. Sorry."

"I see..."

He pouted. "It seems that I have to find someone else to accompany me. But you know how I feel about other people. They—"

Her phone rang, interrupting his words.

When she took it out, Bill could see Jack's name on the screen.

Clenching his fists, he looked away. Rachel took this opportunity to say her farewells as she headed back to her car.

"She dismissed my call!" Jack glared at his phone.

He glanced at the two bowls of noodles he had cooked himself. After half an hour of waiting, there was no soup left. Instead, lumps of swollen noodles greeted his line of sight.

When Rachel returned, she glanced at Jack. He was sitting on the sofa with his arms crossed. His face was void of any emotion. She threw the keys on top of the cabinet and changed into her slippers. "Have you had dinner?" she asked.

He snorted in reply.

"What's wrong?" When he didn't answer, she shrugged.

"I'm heading to my room."