Chapter 97: Hogan, Did You Leave Your Brain at Home?

"Miracle Doctor?" Hogan's face turned an ugly shade of gray. The heavyweight he had schemed and begged to bring in was suddenly bowing and scraping to Pierce Jackson like a flunky. How was he supposed to hold his head up? How was he ever supposed to outshine Pierce? "What's so strange about it? Pierce graduated from med school and even interned at this hospital," Zachary Jackson said, steadier than the rest. He also felt a quiet surge of pride for his nephew. The kid had gone quiet for three years,...