Chapter 324:
“Same here,” said another. “I’m still waiting for my results. Are you saying something shady’s going on at that hospital?”
Stacey noticed several other interviewees around the café. The disabled group kept quiet, which made her feel even bolder. She raised her voice. “Think about it. HaloFlow is hiring doctors — and they’re picking disabled people! Isn’t that a risk to patients?”
Murmurs broke out across the café. Some looked confused. Others frowned. Stacey watched them, her chest swelling with pride. She continued, “I got rejected from a nursing interview. Meanwhile, these people, who probably don’t even meet the basic standards, are walking in as doctors? There’s something shady going on. I’m sure of it!”
Her words hit like a match in a dry field. The room stirred with growing tension.
“Is that true?” someone asked. “They’re really hiring disabled doctors? Isn’t that dangerous?”
“This is beyond outrageous, isn’t it?”
“I just looked it up — public institutions get government subsidies for hiring disabled workers. Could these hospitals be hiring disabled doctors just for the money?”
“I wouldn’t doubt it! Can you believe this? It’s a brand-new hospital, and it’s already following in VitaLink Hospital’s shady footsteps.”
Stacey’s lips curled into a satisfied smirk. She pulled out her phone and started typing furiously.
“Breaking news! HaloFlow Hospital hires disabled people as doctors but refuses qualified nurses! Medical malpractice scandal uncovered!”
She even snapped photos of the group at the table, making sure to highlight their visible disabilities.
Within minutes, her post went viral, drawing a flood of shares and comments. The hospital was already under pressure during the recruitment stage. By late afternoon, Rylie had just left the research lab, and Brad, who had spent the day resting at home, planned to accompany her to the hospital for an interview. As they approached his military vehicle, Rylie’s eyes sharpened. She reached out to stop him.
“Don’t move.” Her voice was quiet, yet it carried a sharp edge.
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Brad halted immediately, his years of military service giving him an instinctive awareness of danger. He followed her gaze and saw she was staring at a shadow beneath the car.
“Is there something under there?” he asked, his tone low.
Rylie didn’t answer. She crouched down slowly, pulling a scalpel and tweezers from her bag. Her movements were steady and deliberate, as though she were handling something fragile.
Brad’s expression darkened. “A bomb?”
“Yes.”
Rylie’s hands were calm and unwavering, moving with the precision of a bomb disposal expert. She slid the scalpel under the car’s chassis, carefully exposing a concealed device.
When the wires came into view, her tweezers gripped one of them firmly and severed it with a clean motion.
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