After She Fired Me, Her Hospital Went Under

At the hospital's staff meeting, Shen Meng pushed the termination notice in front of me. The sound of the paper scraping across the table was like a scalpel cutting through skin—cold, precise, and ruthless. "Qi Kun, disrespectful of the organization, arrogant, and insubordinate. Effective today, you are dismissed." She sat in the main seat, her white coat impeccably tailored, her hair neatly styled in a bun, her lips painted with a dusty rose lipstick—the one I gave her for her birthday last year. She said it was her favorite color, understated yet gentle. Three years ago, she couldn't even afford the clinic's rent; drug suppliers were blocking her door demanding...