Kicked Out I Unlocked My Ultimate Boss Mode novel Chapter 8

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**Broken Doesn’t Mean End**
**By M. Kaushik**
**Chapter 8: Robin’s Humble Awe**

A figure clad in a white lab coat, his graying hair tousled and unkempt, rushed toward them with an urgency that was palpable. The beads of sweat glistening on his forehead told a story of a man who had sprinted to this very moment, his breath coming in quick bursts as he approached.

“Dr. Jefferson? W-what brings you here?” The astonished murmurs of the other professors and doctors filled the air, their faces a mix of disbelief and confusion. No one had anticipated the sudden appearance of Robin Jefferson, the enigmatic director of the hospital, in such a chaotic setting.

Could it be that the situation with the patient inside had raised alarm bells for him?

“Dr. Jefferson, it’s her—it’s her! She’s practicing medicine illegally! I tried to stop her, but she attacked me and now she’s trying to break into the operating room to harm Ms. Garcia!” Amanda’s voice was a frantic wail as she dashed toward him, desperation etched across her features. She pointed a trembling finger at Helen, her last hope clinging to the thin thread of authority that Robin represented.

Robin wiped the perspiration from his brow, but as his gaze fell upon Amanda, he instinctively recoiled, a flicker of fear crossing his face. In a moment of panic, he grasped Maxwell and pulled him in front of himself, using him as a makeshift shield.

Amanda stumbled forward, her voice rising in pitch, tinged with urgency and tears. “Dr. Jefferson, Ms. Garcia is inside! Her condition is critical. If anything happens to her, the Garcias will never let us off!” Her words spilled out in a rush, each one laced with the weight of impending disaster.

“Then why are you still standing here wasting time?” Robin snapped, irritation knitting his brows together as he cut through the tension like a knife.

Amanda’s expression was one of shock. “B-but Dr. Jefferson, she—she doesn’t even have a license! I’ve studied medicine for years, and I’ve never heard of treating internal ruptures and adhesions with just a few needles!” Her voice quivered with disbelief, the enormity of the situation crashing down around her.

“That only proves your skills are lacking,” Robin replied curtly, not even sparing her a glance. His focus shifted entirely to Helen, and the sternness of his expression melted into something softer, almost pleading.

He nearly jogged the remaining distance to her side. “Ms. Helen, please—this way! The operating room has been fully sterilized to the highest standards. Every tool you requested is ready. Ms. Garcia’s life is in your hands now!” His words were urgent, filled with the gravity of the moment.

Helen regarded him with a lazy glance, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “What’s wrong, got half your body buried in the ground? You’re so slow!”

A cold sweat broke out on Robin’s brow, and he immediately stammered an apology. “I’m sorry.”

“Clean up this mess outside,” she commanded, her voice sharp and uncompromising. “When I walk out of that OR, I don’t want to be bothered by any more nonsense.”

With those final orders hanging in the air, Helen turned and strode into the operating room, her confidence unshakeable.

This time, no one dared to intervene.

Maxwell could only stand there, a silent observer, as Helen—who had once timidly sought his approval—walked boldly into the operating room, a stark contrast to the woman he thought he knew.

Meanwhile, Robin remained poised behind her, his posture straight and respectful, hands clasped behind his back. “Yes, Ms. Helen. Right away. I’ll see to it immediately!” His voice was filled with a newfound reverence.

Maxwell had never witnessed Robin displaying such humble respect toward anyone before.

The hallway outside the operating room fell into an oppressive silence, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife.

Maxwell stood frozen, his face draining of color as his pupils dilated in disbelief. He stared at the tightly closed doors of the operating room, fists clenched in frustration, before casting a dark, questioning look at Robin.

Robin stood confidently, a sentinel before the OR doors, hands clasped behind him, exuding an air of authority that Maxwell found both intimidating and baffling.

“Dr. Jefferson, I don’t understand,” Maxwell stammered, confusion swirling in his mind.

Robin was the very backbone of Veridia Hospital’s prestige, a living legend within the medical community. He was a figure who commanded respect, even when addressing the hospital’s celebrated genius. Yet now, that same man regarded Helen with a humble awe that Maxwell couldn’t comprehend.