The Art Of The UnderDog

Chapter 6

Tyler was still in awe, his mind consumed by the weight of Lady Guila's suggestion. As he contemplated her words, he couldn't help but notice the doctor's gaze fixed upon him, filled with doubt and uncertainty. His furrowed eyebrows and tightly pressed lips sculpted an expression of deep concern.

Glancing back at Lady Guila, she responded with a calm shrug, accompanied by a gentle half-smile. Encouraged by her presence, Tyler approached the doctor, standing upright and peering directly into his eyes. Despite his efforts to conceal it, he could discern traces of fear within him, subtly betrayed through his guarded gaze.

Summoning every ounce of courage within him, Tyler mustered the strength to utter, "I want to buy this hospital!" It was a declaration that resonated with the profound humanness he had never felt more strongly than on that very day.

The doctor stumbled, his words trailing in uncertainty, as he nervously swallowed down his anxiety. "Ugggg.... What?" he stuttered, the weight of his apprehension palpable.

Suddenly, a voice pierced through the tense atmosphere, originating from behind them. Tyler’s gaze swiftly shifted, revealing Doctor Samuel, the senior physician and owner of the hospital. His graying hair adorned both his head and his beard, adding a touch of wisdom to his countenance.

"Doctor Donald, what is happening here?" Doctor Samuel inquired, his eyes fixed upon the junior doctor, who appeared visibly fearful. Clad in a black suit with a white lab coat draped over his torso, Doctor Samuel exuded an air of authority.

The junior doctor struggled to find his composure, his tenseness rendering it difficult for him to speak.

Eventually, Tyler managed to articulate, "Sir, upon my return, I witnessed this doctor forcefully and roughly removing my mother from the premises. While I may not be a medical practitioner, I firmly believe that the well-being of your patients should be of utmost importance. Therefore, I have made the decision to purchase this hospital. It is evident that the current management is inadequate, and the mistreatment of individuals must come to an end. After all, you are merely doctors, not gods," Tyler vehemently expressed, his words sparking with intensity.

Doctor Samuel studied Tyler keenly, his unwavering gaze fixated upon his every word. His eyes blinked only sparingly, reflecting his deep contemplation.

As soon as he finished speaking, the guard who had previously handed him his father's car key and debit cards positioned himself by his side, casting a fleeting glance before he began to speak.

"Good day, doctor. My employer here has expressed a keen interest in acquiring this medical facility. I would appreciate it if you could inform me of the price at which you'd be willing to sell it," he stated. At that moment, Tyler realized he was not merely a guard but the legal representative of the family.

"Wait! Hold on! What are you talking about? I have no intention of selling my hospital. I am the owner, and I intend to remain so until my last breath," Doctor Samuel declared, his voice rising with a touch of defiance.

"You have no choice," came the resolute reply of the legal luminary.

"What do you mean?" Doctor Samuel questioned, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Tyler, too, found himself perplexed by the notion that he had no say in the matter.

"We have all witnessed how your employee mistreated a sick woman in front of everyone present. If this were to be brought before the court, firstly, this hospital would be shut down for employing cruel and incompetent staff who lack the ethical understanding expected of medical professionals. Secondly, as the owner of this facility and the one responsible for the act, you would face a prison sentence for the intentional brutality inflicted upon his client's mother," explained the lawyer. Tyler was astounded, as this perspective had eluded him entirely.

The senior doctor's face flushed with anger, his eyes mirroring the intensity of his emotions. Meanwhile, the junior doctor appeared highly anxious and bewildered, loosening his necktie and wiping beads of sweat from his forehead.

"You, asshole! Look at what you've caused!" Doctor Samuel seethed, spinning around and spitting out his words with contempt, directed at Doctor Donald.

"I'm sorry, Sir. It was never my intention," Doctor Donald defended himself, his voice filled with remorse.

"Just keep your mouth shut!" Doctor Samuel roared, his fists clenched tightly together.

Doctor Samuel turned his gaze back to the smirking lawyer, and even amidst his own astonishment, a smirk involuntarily formed on his face as the dramatic scene unfolded.

"So, do we have a deal or not?" the lawyer asked, his tone sly and calculated.

The senior doctor pierced his gaze into his eyes, his fury palpable within his orbs. His hands clenched together tightly, revealing the depth of his anger.

"Yes, we have a deal," he finally conceded. Tyler’s eyes widened with a mixture of joy and astonishment. He had never imagined such an outcome was possible.

"Very well then. I will prepare the necessary purchase documents and bring them to you for signing tomorrow," the lawyer confirmed.

Doctor Samuel remained silent, his seething rage the only indication of his internal turmoil.

"Do you see what you've caused!? You better pack your things because you're fired!" the senior doctor angrily directed his words at Doctor Donald, the junior doctor who had sparked the unfortunate chain of events.

"No, he's not fired," Tyler interjected hastily, determined to intervene.

His statement left everyone stunned, their expressions frozen in disbelief.

"Thank you so much, sir," Doctor Donald responded quickly, folding his hands before Tyler in genuine gratitude.

"I won't terminate your employment. Instead, you will work as a janitor in this hospital for the next six months or face a potential jail sentence of up to two years," Tyler declared, his words cutting through the tension.

His eyes widened in shock and bewilderment, struggling to comprehend the unexpected turn of events.

"So, do you accept these terms or not?" Tyler inquired slyly, a smirk playing on his lips.