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But exposing even a fraction of their negligence would change nothing about reality-and could implicate the entire medical institution.

The attending physician lowered his head, neither confirming nor denying anything.

Khloe rose and walked slowly toward him. “Just a risk? Are you telling me there was truly no oversight at

all?”

The attending physician’s expression darkened further, and the other doctors nearby swallowed hard.

“I’m sorry, Khloe. But we… we did our best.”

Hearing those words, a collective sigh of relief escaped the room. Arista buried herself further into George’s embrace, sobbing.

“Khloe, maybe this is fate… Don’t be too hard on yourself. Think about the baby,” George said softly, unable to imagine anything else, simply offering gentle comfort as he held her.

Seeing the doctors before her hanging their heads in helplessness, Khloe’s hand at her side tensed, fingers curling into a fist. Finally, she closed her eyes, drew a deep breath, and turned to leave.

had completely departed, the attending physician’s assistant quickly dismissed the remaining team and shut the office door

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had been more cautious-kept Nick under observation longer,

attending physician sank into the sofa, overwhelmed with self-reproach, burying

hands.

acted in time, the outcome might not

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worst-case scenario, maybe we

immediately realized what he meant, his face paling. “This is a classified project. You can’t just initiate it on your own. If this leaks, the hospital cannot bear the

life is more important. They’ll never know,” the physician replied, ignoring the warning, and promptly made a

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