Does Riley Have Cancer?

Does Riley Have Cancer?

Roland's Point of View:

I looked at the director, trying to keep my cool. "I don't know what you're talking about," I lied, trying to downplay the situation.

The director raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. "Don't play dumb, Dr. Roland. We know all about your family's influence. Your father is a powerful man, and we can't ignore the fact that you're his son."

I felt a surge of frustration, but I kept my temper in check. "My family's influence has nothing to do with my work here," I said, trying to sound convincing.

The director leaned forward, her eyes locked on mine. "I hope that's true, Dr. Roland. Because if it's not, I fear for the future of this hospital."

I felt a shiver run down my spine as I realized the extent of my family's influence. They had already found out where I worked, and now they were trying to pull strings on my behalf.

I stood up, trying to compose myself. "Thank you for your concern, Director. But I assure you, I'm here to do my job to the best of my ability."

The director nodded, but I could tell she wasn't convinced. "Very well, Dr. Roland. But mark my words, your family's influence will be a double-edged sword. It may bring you benefits, but it will also bring you trouble."

I nodded, taking her words to heart. “By the way, was it my father who contacted the hospital regarding my office space?” I asked as I stood up to leave.

The director shook her head. “No, it's not your father. But I was told to make the person's identity anonymous,” she confessed.

I arched my brows and flashed her a seducing smile. “Really? But can I please get a name?”

My charm didn't work this time around, and the director also stood up. “No, you can't! As I said earlier, the person is anonymous. Also, it was a whistleblower who called our attention to your family name. Dr. Roland, if this hospital is ever going to move forward, we'll need honesty from all our employees,” she paused, to allow her words sink in. “The hospital and I have high hopes for you, and we are impressed by your past records. I hope you won't disappoint me.”

“Thank you very much, director,” I bowed, and the director smiled broadly.

“Follow me, I will show you the different sectors in our hospital, and please, if anything isn't to your liking, feel free to call my attention to it, and I will have it changed at once!” She informed me, and I nodded, although I didn't plan on changing anything about the hospital.

As I followed the director, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. I had a feeling that my family's influence was going to be a major issue here, and I wasn't sure how to handle it.

The director showed me around the hospital, introducing me to various staff members and explaining the different departments. I listened intently, trying to absorb as much information as possible.

As we walked, I noticed that the director seemed to be watching me closely, as if she was trying to gauge my reaction to everything. I wondered if she was still suspicious of my family's influence and if she was waiting for me to slip up somehow.

“And most importantly, let's go to our record room,” the director said, leading the way.

I noticed a lot of doctors, nurses, and staff were looking at us strangely, but the director didn't seem to care. If anything, it improved her confidence and made her walking more elegant.

We were almost near the record room when my eyes landed on a particular lady, at first I ignored the familiarity, thinking it was just a look-alike, but when the doctor beside the lady kept looking around suspiciously, to make sure they weren't being followed, I realized that something fishy was going on.

“Director, can you excuse me for a minute?” I asked politely, and without waiting for a response, turned to leave. My eyes were fixed on the lady, who was moving swiftly towards a particular department.

But before I could move any further, the director held my arm. “And where do you think you're going to, Dr. Roland?” She asked with arched brows.

I wanted to push her hand away, but I knew that would be suspicious and rude, so I played along. “I need to use the toilet, and it's urgent,” I lied.

“You are a really bad liar, Dr. Roland, and I am not even sure if that's a good or bad thing,” the director replied with a grimace.

I felt a flush rise to my cheeks as the director called me out on my lie. I tried to think of a witty response, but my mind went blank.

The director chuckled and released my arm. "Go ahead, Dr. Roland, if you insist. But don't think you're fooling me. I know you're up to something."

I wanted to leave, but I knew it would raise the director's suspicion. So I turned to face her, with a little smile on my face. “I was just joking. I have nowhere to go,” I replied, and the director looked satisfied.

“If that's the case, then let's go,” she said, and I bowed my head, signaling her to lead the road. I was reluctant to leave, but I knew that was the only way to gain the director's trust. By the time I turned to look at the familiar lady, she had already disappeared into the department.

The director must have caught me staring at the department because she began to grin. “You seem to be invested in our Oncology and radiation therapy center,” she said, and I arched my brows in surprise.

“Oncology and radiation therapy center?” I murmured, and she nodded.

“Yes, by the way, we have one of the best departments. The only problem is the unavailability of trained personnel,” The director said, as she quickened her footsteps.

My eyes widened, and I was unable to fix the puzzle correctly. “What in the world will Riley be looking for in such a center? Visitors are not allowed to enter, and she is obviously not a medical staff…. except…” I muttered those words under my breath because I couldn't bring myself to believe it. “Is she battling with cancer? Does Riley have cancer?!”