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Chapter 164 Daniel's Immense Pressure

"Daniel, you've disappointed me." Eugene slammed the file onto the desk with a dull thud. Daniel stood in front of the desk, his face grim.

Eugene leaned back in his chair, glaring at Daniel with displeasure.

"Your performance at the Queens hospital during this period has been very poor."

His finger tapped the stack of papers on the table.

"At the Katrina clinic, you can recover from liposuction in three or four days. At the Queens hospital, you've already had three procedures done, and the fastest recovery time is ten days."

Eugene paused for a moment: "Can you tell me why? Daniel, is it because our equipment and nurses are too poor, or are you hiding your abilities? It can't be that that run-down clinic has some secret, can it?"

FXXK! You were right. Daniel's Adam's apple bobbed, but he said nothing.

The reason is quite simple.

The reason is that he simply doesn't know that surgical procedure.

Richard performed all the liposuction surgeries that only required a three-day recovery. Richard himself simply stood by as a cheerleader, encouraging Richard and providing emotional support.

But he said nothing and could only endure Eugene's self-bomb.

Eugene took a document from the drawer, placed it on the table, and pushed it in front of him.

"I've had enough! Daniel, this is someone else's testimony about you in the Queens Hospital irregularities investigation," Eugene said impatiently. "You have surgery next Friday. If you can recover in three days, you'll still be the vice president. If you can't—"

He tapped his fingers twice on the document cover: "This material will appear on my father's desk. This is the last hint."

Daniel finally spoke, saying with difficulty, "Dean Jaeger, I—I need more time."

"You've already dragged this out for three weeks..." Eugene raised his hand, stopping his delaying tactics. "I gave you three weeks. And it still only takes ten days to recover. Tell me, how much more time do you need?"

Daniel couldn't answer.

Eugene picked up the landline, dialed a number in front of Daniel, and said into the receiver, "This is Eugene Jaeger. Don't file a case for the Queens Hospital yet; I'm still evaluating it. Yes, that's it, hold off."

When the call ended, Eugene didn't look at Daniel.

Daniel was already ice-cold; Eugene wasn't joking with him.

Daniel returned to his office, dejected and pale, only to find that the nameplate had been changed. The top line still read "Vice Dean," but a new line of smaller print had been added below: "Director of the Super-Fast Recovery Liposuction Project."

"What the hell is this thing?!" Daniel was dumbfounded.

"Who authorized this addition?!"

Becca, the young secretary, poked her head in. She was a young and energetic assistant who had been with the company for less than a month.

"Dr. Daniel! It was the doctor who added it. He's so kind to you! He even said he's arranged an exclusive interview for you in *New York Medical Weekly*, and he's already drafted the title: 'The Genius Liposuction Surgeon at Queens Hospital!'"

"Wow, you're going to be famous!"

Becca was genuinely happy for Daniel.

Daniel slumped in his chair, unable to utter a single word.

He looked at Becca's face; she was looking at him with an adoring gaze.

Daniel didn't know how to explain.

I don't want this kind of fame!

Daniel could only wave his hand to let Becca leave.

Then he picked up his phone and called Richard: "Richard, I can't take it anymore. Eugene has lost patience with me. I've had several surgeries, and it takes at least ten days to recover, not three. He's getting impatient. Now, he's threatening me with incriminating evidence. I have to do another surgery next Friday, and if I can't handle it, I'm in big trouble—help, bro!"

There was a two or three-second silence on the other end of the phone.

Richard's voice came through, much calmer than Daniel had expected: "OK. Don't worry, let me think of something."

Richard pondered.

He had originally planned to focus his attention on the Katarina Clinic, but the efficiency of the blood collection point was getting lower and lower, and relying on blood collection to gather "fresh flesh and blood" was gradually not keeping up with the demand.

Richard emphasized again, "Daniel, don't worry, calm down. There's still some time until next Friday. I'll talk to Christina and see what we can do."

"Okay." Daniel was extremely anxious, but now he could only rely on Richard.

"What intelligence have you gathered during this time?" Richard asked.

Daniel recalled for a moment: "The first thing was that Eugene recently had a fierce conflict with the Bello Aesthetics chain. He poached Bello's aesthetic doctors, and the Bello doctors warned him and his father, Corbin-Yager. Then Eugene brought up an old case from a few years ago where a liposuction procedure at Bello resulted in a patient's disfigurement, which caused a huge uproar, and Bello's stock price dropped by three percent."

"After that incident, I overheard Eugene's assistant mention that Eugene had a fight with Corbyn. I don't know the specifics, but Eugene came out looking terrible, and he had thrown things around in his office. Eugene has complained to me many times about the unfair distribution of resources in his family. He has an older brother, and Corbyn devotes most of his energy to his older brother. He also has an older sister, who also takes a lot of his energy, leaving him with very little. He is very resentful."

"The second thing," Daniel lowered his voice, as if afraid of being overheard, "is that Eugene spends the night at a mistress's house every Thursday night in the suburbs, about a forty-minute walk from the hospital on I95 East. There are very few cars on that road at night, so he won't be seen by anyone he knows."

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After he finished speaking, he hesitated for a moment and then added, "But Eugene isn't married, so having a mistress—that probably doesn't even count as dirt on him."

Richard listened quietly and said, "Understood. Continue to follow his instructions and don't let Eugene notice anything amiss." Then he hung up the phone.

195, mistress... Richard went through the things Daniel had said in his mind before dialing Christina's number.

"What do you know about Bello Aesthetics chain?" Richard asked directly. "Can you find any records of their violations?"

Christina paused for a moment: "A direct investigation definitely won't find anything. Listed companies don't put their violations in the public purview; internal investigation documents are usually locked in the legal department or in executives' safes, inaccessible to ordinary people."

She paused, then continued, "But large companies often engage in some shady practices, such as promoting unapproved medical projects under the guise of 'experimental therapies,' concealing post-operative complication data, or using false academic endorsements to package their services."

Richard asked, "What has Bello done?"

"They've definitely done it! Every big company has!" Christina said dismissively. "For example, a few years ago, Bello had an autologous stem cell anti-aging program that charged patients under the guise of 'anti-aging,' but that program never received FDA approval. I remember one patient experienced a severe rejection reaction after the procedure, and Bello suspended the program at that time, but management secretly continued to promote it for a while. If they could find that victim—that would be enough to cause a public relations disaster."

For example...

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Christina rattled off seven or eight violations that could affect stock prices.

Christina had just hung up the phone when it rang again.

She glanced at the screen; it was Daniel.

She answered the phone, but before she could speak, Daniel's voice rang out, pleading, "Professor, could you help me find a job in Seattle? I want to leave New York."

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