Chapter 157: The Grumpy Holbrook Davis
"You two—my teacher says you can go back to wherever you came from. Get out!"
Holbrook Davis slammed the phone down with a loud clack.
He was not the type to put up with nonsense. Though retired, Holbrook had come out of seclusion this time for one reason only: to observe and learn from the remarkable skills of John Lopez. That opportunity was the highlight of his golden years—more important than any patient or consultation.
Treating the ill? That was just a byproduct. If the patient came with a respectful heart, Holbrook would help with pleasure. After all, physicians were meant to be compassionate.
But if they showed up with arrogance, entitlement, or rudeness? Holbrook would coldly lift a finger toward the door and say, "There's the exit. Try your luck elsewhere."
The young man in front of him had been particularly offensive. From the moment he walked in, he'd carried himself with the swagger of someone who thought money was a pass to do or say whatever he pleased. Worse, he'd dared raise his voice while Holbrook was on the phone—with his teacher, no less.
Unforgivable.
Holbrook Davis had two sacred taboos in life:
Disrespect toward medicine.
Disrespect toward teachers.
Anyone who crossed either line could get out and stay out.