Chapter 5: Use Connections

On the 16th floor of the inpatient department at Jefferton Province's Public Hospital, standing outside the VIP ward corridor, Fabricio and Muiel faced each other, silent for a long time. After an unknown period, Muiel spoke softly in an extremely guilty tone, "I'm sorry.” "Well…" Fabricio was initially surprised, then smiled and asked, "Why are you apologizing?" Looking at the clear palm print on his face, Muiel said ashamedly, "I shouldn't have hit you, especially without knowing anything." Fabricio shook his head, saying seriously, "Your intentions were good, besides, for being willing to advance the 500,000 dollars medical expenses for my sister, I will never blame you." "Real?" "Real!" Muiel smiled, tucked her hair behind her ear, and said briskly, "That's what you said. Give me your phone!" "Huh?" "Hurry up!" Though unsure of her intentions, Fabricio handed over his phone, acknowledging her unwavering support during his most desperate times, her presence by his side when he woke up. Moreover, for her assistance in covering his sister's medical expenses and getting Deans Zeigler and Cannon involved, he felt indebted to her for life. Hence, he unlocked his phone and passed it over. He watched Muiel operate it swiftly, soon, a pleasant ringtone echoed from her bag, only to be swiftly cut off. She returned the phone, saying, "This is my number. Call me whenever you need. Alright, I have some work at my company, I must go.." Fabricio hurriedly said, "About the medical expenses you covered for me and the car damage..." Before he could finish, Muiel interrupted, smiling, "No rush, we can discuss it later." Considering his present inability to repay the money, Fabricio relented, nodding, "Then, let me escort you." "Okay!" Subsequently, they both took the elevator out of the hospital building, upon reaching the parking lot, Fabricio realized that Muiel's vehicle was a red Maserati Quattroporte. At this time, there was a faint dent on its front face. Obviously, it was because of the recent collision. "Don't look. It's not entirely your fault. If I had driven more slowly, this wouldn't have happened." "But without this collision, I wouldn't have met you, and none of today's events would have occurred." Fabricio Wang shook his head and said, "So, I am very grateful for this accident, really." Hearing this, Muiel wrinkled her nose and teased, "Are you trying to pursue me?" "..." Fabricio was referring to the inheritance. Without the collision, he wouldn't have received the inheritance and couldn't have saved Waimarie. He would have lived in perpetual pain and self-reproach. However, these were unspoken. He could only force a bitter smile and say, "Muiel, please don't misunderstand. I didn't mean that. What I meant was…" But before he finished, Muiel widened her eyes again, teasingly saying, "You don't mean that? You don't like me?" "Ah em..." Fabricio felt exasperated, his face reddening, not knowing how to respond. Seeing his reaction, Muiel giggled, waved her hand, and said, "Alright, alright, I won't tease you anymore. I'm really leaving. Go back quickly. Goodbye!" Fabricio didn't immediately leave, but instead watched her drive away, then turned back towards the hospital building. Upon reaching the ward, he discovered Waimarie was not there. He quickly found a nurse to inquire, learning that she was getting her cast done, easing his concerns. Fine. As he thought for a moment, he asked the nurse, "Do you have paper and pen?" The nurse nodded and replied softly, "Please wait a moment." Soon, the nurse handed him paper and pen. Fabricio thanked her, then leaned over the bedside table, writing something down. In a short while, a prescription was written. He stood up, stuffed it into his pocket, and walked out of the ward. As soon as he stepped into the corridor, his phone rang. Checking it, he saw it was Dean Zeigler. Answering, he said, "Dean Zeigler, are you looking for me?" "Haha, Fabricio, I've sorted out your work, come to the HR department now, and let's get your records in order." "So fast?" Fabricio was surprised. "But I haven't received my certification yet." Graydon chuckled and said, "I'm not asking you to start working immediately, let's just set up your records first, once your certificate is ready, you can join directly, right?" "Well…" In such a hurry? But after a brief thought, Fabricio suddenly understood. It was about the Primordial Nine Needles. Graydon wanted to learn, but due to pride, he couldn't ask directly, thus, he intended to exchange becoming an official doctor at the hospital with Fabricio, leveraging his medical qualification. Frankly speaking, this exchange was by no means equitable, but Fabricio agreed in less than three second. Why? Because he needed the hospital as a stepping stone, the medical practitioner's qualification, and Graydon's identity, status, and connections. A quarter-hour later, following Graydon's instructions, Fabricio arrived in front of the HR manager's office. He raised his hand and knocked lightly on the door. After receiving permission, he pushed the door open and entered. "Fabricio, come, let me introduce you, this is the HR manager of our hospital, Gavril Lee." Fabricio greeted Graydon first, then looked at the middle-aged man behind the desk, nodding, "Hello, Manager Lee." Gavril smiled and nodded before getting straight to the point, "Since it's a joint recommendation from Dean Zeigler and Dean Cannon, I won't inquire further, let's get the records set." "But the exact work timings will have to wait until your medical qualification certificate is issued, this is a strict rule and cannot be changed." Fabricio understood and said, "Of course." "Alright, then fill out this form first." Gavril said and handed over a resume. Fabricio took it, feeling a whirlwind of emotions. The honorary vice-dean's treatment was exceptional, even if he used connections, the manager was recepting him personally. How could he have dared to think of such treatment before? However, just as he was about to start writing, the door was flung open, he instinctively stopped, turned, and saw two elderly men walking in. Before he could examine them properly, Graydon expressed surprise, "Dean, why are you here?" Dean? Fabricio raised an eyebrow and looked at one of them, wearing a neat suit, slightly thin, having a pair of thick gold-rimmed glasses on his nose, despite nearing sixty, he had bright eyes and an air of wisdom. It was Wilton Ford, the dean of Jefferton Province's Public Hospital. Why did Fabricio know? Because his photo was displayed in the lobby, and Fabricio had seen it several times. Yet, before he could answer Dean Zeigler, the other, also in a white coat, spoke coldly, "Of course, I came to see how Dean Zeigler used his position to pull strings using connections.” As he spoke, he glanced at Fabricio with cold eyes and said disdainfully, "For such a young man, who doesn't even have a medical qualification certificate, you actually asked Manager Lee to help him set up a file and hire him as an official doctor at our hospital?" "Dean Zeigler, should you give the dean an explanation for this matter?" Graydon's face suddenly turned gloomy upon hearing this. He first glanced at Wilton, who appeared somewhat helpless, as if he had just learned the reason for the arrival, then looked at the gloomy old man again, and said with an indifferent expression, "Harve, have you learned to eavesdrop on conversations now? That's quite impressive."