The woman looked incredibly smug. She tilted her chin up and scoffed. "Oh, please. I couldn't possibly accept an apology from a brilliant Capital University graduate. I'd drop dead on the spot."
Yara's temples throbbed, but she knew exactly what the consequences of not apologizing were.
She turned around. "You can go ahead and dock my pay, sir."
With that, she walked straight out.
In this hospital, getting a patient complaint meant getting your pay docked, no matter who was at fault.
The rules were brutal.
For girls like Yara and Juniper, who had clawed their way out of a rural village, landing a job at a top-tier hospital was no easy feat. It was grueling work, but a monthly salary of a few thousand dollars was enough to survive on, and the benefits were decent. When she first got hired, everyone congratulated her. Her mother had felt so vindicated because, to the older generation, being in the medical field was an incredibly respectable career.
Yara retreated to the break room, where a few colleagues who had heard the commotion rushed over to comfort her.
But she wasn't a fragile person. Most of the time, Yara was fiercely pragmatic—so practical that some found her utterly boring.
That was why she never daydreamed about romance; she only cared about making money, and making a lot of it.
Back when she and Juniper were roommates, they used to stay up late talking. Yara would watch Juniper cry until her shoulders shook, entirely unable to comprehend how someone could love another person that much. Maybe it was because Yara had never met someone like Nelson Saint. No one had ever pulled her out of the darkness when she was at her absolute lowest. She had survived everything on her own, so she was used to fighting her own battles.
The relentless pursuit of financial stability consumed all her energy; she simply had no time for love.
Besides, she wasn't exceptionally beautiful. At best, her features were plain and gentle. No man was going to fall head over heels for a girl with such a bland personality.
Down the hall, the chaos in the ward continued. Stung by Yara's academic credentials, the woman ignored the department head's attempts to calm her down and stood in the doorway, screaming at the top of her lungs.
"So what if she went to Capital University?! Does she think she's special? If she was actually capable, would she be here acting as a glorified maid? And she has the nerve to insult my son! She can be as smart as she wants, but she's not a man, so who cares! I bet her own mother hates her. The girl has zero manners. Degrees are useless these days!"
Her insults were vile, carrying clearly to the other nurses on the floor.

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