Chapter 97

"That's my personal investment; it's not related to the company," I explained. After all, being a doctor was my own interest. Opening a hospital had nothing to do with the businesses my family owned. Lindsey nodded. "Alright, then I won't bother you anymore." The hospital had all the necessary equipment, but at the moment it still looked a bit rundown. It definitely needed a full renovation. At this rate, it would probably take two months before we could open. I transferred the money to Ms. Smith and didn't really pay much attention to the matter after that. There was still plenty going on at the company, and most of it had fallen on my shoulders. One day, while I was busy handling work, a sudden commotion erupted outside. "Lindsey, what's going on?" I dialed the line to the secretary's office, but the person who picked up was Mira. She sounded anxious as she spoke. "Bad news. Someone wants to jump off the building." "Jump?" I frowned and quickly dashed out. "It's one of our employees. He was fine, but for some reason he just went up to the rooftop. He says he wants to jump down. Ms. Harper has headed up." "I'll go too." I wanted to go up, but Mira stopped me. "Ms. Harper told me not to let you go. There are reporters out there and police officers as well. Ms. Harper said this must be a scheme by someone. You can't show your face." I frowned. "Who else is up there?" Mira shook her head. "It's just Ms. Harper." My face turned cold. "I'm going up." If that man decided to jump, the blame would fall on Lindsey. I knew she was being considerate and looking out for me, but there was no way I would let her handle this alone. "But—" "The employee is a man, and Lindsey is a woman. Do you really think she can stop him?" Seeing how I had scolded her, Mira just stood there and didn't dare to stop me anymore. I used the emergency stairs to go up. My office was only one floor away from the rooftop. When I arrived, I heard Lindsey trying to convince him. "No matter what, we can think about it slowly. Don't give up on your life. I'm also an employee with a kid and elders at home. You need to think about them." Lindsey was gentle, and her words seemed to move the man a little. "I don't have a choice either. We have to work overtime every day, and I'm an outcast among my colleagues. My wife ran away and my child has heart disease. I can't afford the medical bills. I can't watch him die like that, so I'll just die with him!" Lindsey said, "The company provides insurance for every employee. Your son's condition qualifies for our special medical coverage. As for the issues you've faced at work... I promise, if you come down, I'll get to the bottom of it myself. I won't let that kind of thing happen again." "It's no use," the man said bitterly. "Treating congenital heart disease costs over a million. How could the company possibly cover that for someone like me? My son's still so young… I can die, but he..." His voice broke off. "You don't need to talk me out of it. I'm ending this now." "Don't you want to see your son grow up healthy?" I rushed out the door. The man stood there, stunned. He buried his face in his hands. "Of course I do. No one wants that more than I do. But what can I do? He's sick, and I'm his father. The only thing I can do… is bet my own life." "You don't need to gamble your life," I said steadily. "You should know who I am. Before I became the general manager here, I was a cardiologist at a top-tier hospital. I've treated countless cases of congenital heart disease. I know what I'm talking about."