Ivy turned her head upward to see a man and a woman hugging and embracing each other passionately on the stairs. She instinctively hid in a corner, and taking advantage of the dim lighting, she clearly saw upstairs, Jenny was hugging Dr. Ticko's waist and passionately kissing him. She felt a wave of nausea rise within her, and she covered her mouth, forcibly suppressing the urge to vomit. Dr. Ticko, on the other hand, was avoiding her kisses while saying, "Jenny, don't be silly! This is a hospital, and someone could come by at any time." "I don't care; I want my doctor right now!" Jenny cooed. “No, Jenny...” "Humph,” Jenny sulked in dissatisfaction, “then, promise me that you'll come to my place tonight, and spend the whole weekend with me. I'm like a wilting flower, dying for the nourishment of my doctor." Jenny continued to pester Dr. Ticko. "Alright, alright!" Dr. Ticko, enticed by her sweet voice, also softened his tone. "We'll leave after work, and I won't leave your bed the whole weekend." The two of them remained intimate for a while at the hallway before finally leaving. It was only after she confirmed that they wouldn't return that Ivy came out of her hiding spot. She was overwhelmed by a sense of nausea and discomfort from what she had witnessed. The image of their actions kept replaying in her mind. She couldn't help it; the overwhelming feeling made her retch. "Are you okay?" Shawn's voice came from the other end of the line, sounding uncharacteristically calm in the face of such a scene. Ivy cleared her throat and said, "I'm fine." "Did we just meet an '18+' scene together?" Shawn teased with a smile. "Hey!" Ivy was embarrassed by his bold and direct words. "Who talks about this kind of thing so openly?" Shawn chuckled but didn't respond, allowing the atmosphere around Ivy to grow a bit ambiguous. "I'm not going to talk to you about this. I'm heading to the inpatient department now," she said as she hung up the phone before Shawn could finish his sentence.Shawn was slightly stunned and then smirked. How did she manage to sound so genuinely embarrassed? He was about to return the phone when he received a call from Jasson. "Hey, Shawn, the play is over. Shouldn't you come back now?" Jasson complained over the phone. "You said if you had declared your identity earlier, there wouldn't have been so many troubles. Now Ivy thinks you're a poor, disabled man. I wonder how you're going to handle it later. You deceptive swindler!" Shawn also found this situation difficult to handle. When they first got married, he was suspicious that Ivy had some ulterior motive for getting close to his grandmother. So he had maintained a guarded attitude. However, shortly after their marriage, he realized that she was a dedicated workaholic, even more so than him, and not very good at expressing her emotions. "I have some things to take care of, and then I'll go back," he told Jasson and hung up the phone. His assistant handed him a stack of files and said, "Mr. Tate, these are the materials that a private investigator collected. They are all bed photos." Shawn frowned with disgust and tossed the files aside. The assistant added, "This plump and brainless Dr. Ticko and Dr. Jenny have been having a secret affair since Jenny’s university days, for a period of ten years." Shawn didn't want to see any more of those unpleasant images. He instructed his assistant, "Send these materials to Ivy; she might need them." "Alright!" After the call, Ivy, accompanied by her intern, went to the inpatient department to check on her patients. The intern, Alyssa, was very bright, and she remembered the patients' diagnoses and recovery situations very clearly. She had never made a mistake, and Ivy was quite satisfied with this wealthy intern. "You will be in charge of the follow-up care for these patients. If you have any questions, feel free to tell me anytime," Ivy encouraged Alyssa, patting her shoulder. Then, Ivy returned to her office. The first batch of medical equipment had already arrived today, a month earlier than expected. This took Ivy by surprise. She didn't expect DT Investment to value their cooperation so much that they expedited the process for importing foreign equipment. After completing the necessary procedures, the equipment was delivered to City A by private plane.After completing the surgery, Director Malcom and Dr. Ticko were waiting for Ivy in her office, so they could greet the arrival of the medical equipment together. However, as soon as she entered, she saw Jenny clinging to Dr. Ticko's arm. The nauseating feelings from the earlier incident at the stairs came rushing back, and she took a step back and had to suppress the urge to vomit again. After her nausea subsided, she returned to the office. "Dr. Jones, you're not pregnant, are you?" Jenny pretended to speak with restraint, covering her mouth and raising her eyebrows. "If you're pregnant, what are you going to do? Your husband is disabled, and you have so much work at the clinic. Your life and work would be a mess. What about the clinic? I can't handle it on my own." Ivy looked at her coldly, and with a mocking tone, she retorted, "I just saw something dirty and had a physical gag reflex." "You! Who are you calling dirty?" The wilted flower, Jenny, instantly wilted even more. Ivy questioned, "Neither the Director nor Dr. Ticko said anything. Why are you in such a hurry to assume things? Furthermore, even if I were to become pregnant and needed maternity leave, Director Malcom would find a more suitable doctor to take over my work..." This implied that Jenny wasn't qualified enough. Frustrated by the humiliation again, Jenny slammed her hand on the table and shouted, "Ivy! Don't push your luck too far!" "Enough!" Dr. Ticko sternly pulled Jenny aside and gestured for her to keep quiet. Didn't she see that Director Malcom's eyebrows were practically knotted into a rope? Jenny's behavior was only going to make it worse. "Let's go out," Director Malcom sighed, forcibly suppressing his desire to scold her. "Doctor...," Jenny pouted and complained. Director Malcom gave Jenny a stern look, coercing himself not to rebuke her, and said, "Let's go." The four of them arrived at the entrance of the County Clinic and witnessed the high-end medical equipment that DT Investment had invested heavily in being unloaded from the truck. They were all excited. Ivy was especially thrilled. She instinctively reached out to touch the protective foam around the equipment, her heart racing. With this equipment, Shawn's legs could be treated. She was determined to heal Shawn's legs!However, Dr. Ticko saw power among these devices. He adjusted his glasses and said obsequiously, "Director, all these medical devices have foreign language interfaces. Country M has also sent trainers to provide training. Why don't we have these devices under my supervision, with an application and authorization system in place? This would prevent any mishaps due to improper operation." Director Malcom thought it made sense and said, "What you said makes a lot of sense. In the future, you should apply to Dr. Ticko if you want to use the equipment. We'll consider it after proper training." At first, Ivy didn't think much of it. Dr. Ticko was, after all, the Chief Physician, and it was natural for him to approve the usage during the initial phase. Ivy had received guidance from Professor Smith at the City A Medical University and had early exposure to foreign medical systems, primarily in this foreign language. She was proficient in foreign trainers' training methods and had received high praise from her trainers. However, what she didn't expect was that when she submitted her request, Dr. Ticko rejected it, citing a lack of patient demand at the clinic. He gave her a form and told her that he would only approve it if she filled out Shawn's information correctly, and the approval process would take 15 working days. Watching Jenny gleefully enter the equipment testing room, Ivy bit her lip. "Dr. Jones, don't be angry. My mentor asked me to familiarize myself with the system and then explain it to him," Jenny said, showing off to Ivy. Ivy stared at her darkly as she walked into the equipment room with Zaya and Maya, her face darkening. To entrust these high-end devices to someone who didn't even know how to use a computer was a waste of time. Dr. Ticko's real power needed to be stripped away for Shawn's surgery to proceed effectively. Ivy made a determination in her heart. Just as she was contemplating this, a package designated for her to personally sign for arrived. From Luke. Ivy used scissors to cut open the package and a photo slipped onto the floor. She bent down to pick it up and saw a photo of Dr. Ticko and Jenny together in an intimate position. She screamed in shock and then collected her thoughts.After a brief thought, Ivy called Shawn. "Did you arrange for someone to take these photos?" she asked. The man's voice was lazily tinged with a hint of sensuality. "Jasson sent someone to take them. He has friends all over." Seeing that Ivy didn't respond, Shawn continued, "I hope these things will be useful to you." "Very useful," Ivy replied, coming back to her senses, carefully closing the documents. "Then get rid of him for me! I don't want to see him at the County Clinic again!" Shawn added, his voice a bit sulky, like a playful kitten scratching at Ivy's heart. She couldn't help but smile. "No problem, I'll make it happen just as you wish!" ***