Almighty Magician Doctor

chapter 4

Eric was on his way home after leaving the hospital. He was so stressed, as he was passing by Silverlake, he heard frantic cries for help.

“Help! Help!”.

This caught his attention, and he looked around. A group of people had gathered by the riverbank, pointing at the water.

"A little boy fell in!" a man shouted desperately. Everyone was shouting, but none could save the boy as the river was too deep.

Without a second thought, Eric sprinted toward the edge and dove into the water. Splash!!!. He dived into the river.

Then, he reached the boy drowning, wrapped an arm around him, and kicked toward the surface.

Splash!

Breaking through the water, he gasped for air, then pulled the boy onto the riverbank. People gathered around him.

“Good God, he saved him!”.

“Is he okay”.

“How is he doing!”, people asked.

Before Eric could check his condition, a rough shove sent him stumbling backward.

"Get away from him!" a voice barked.

Eric looked up to see Jason, one of Collins’ friends and a fellow doctor at the same hospital. Jason glared at him with undisguised disdain before dropping to his knees beside the child.

Ignoring Eric completely, Jason began administering CPR. Eric wondered what would make Jason shoved him away like that.

Then, he stepped aside for him.

Jason started doing the CPR, non stop for like three minutes, without no any response. Just then, a group of men in suits rushed in and hauled.

“Young master!”.

“What happened to him, is he okay!”.

Eric understands Jason's act, and it seems the boy was a child of a wealthy man. And Jason wants the attention.

Jason kept doing it, and it was already over 10 minutes, without any response. Jason was seriously sweating, wondering what could go wrong, he should have regained consciousness.

Eric clenched his fists, watching the situation unfold. Suddenly, A voice echoed in his head.

[Post-immersion drowning.]

His eyes widened. The boy wouldn’t survive if CPR continued. His lungs weren’t filled with water, but something else was wrong.

He stepped forward. "Stop! You're killing him!"

Jason snapped his head up, sneering. "Shut up, Eric. Are you a fool, a boy is dying, and surely needs CPR!”.

“I know what I'm saying, he could die with this CPR”, Eric said.

Then, one of the suit men said, “What the hell is happening here. Who is the real doctor!”.

“He is not a real doctor and just got demoted today because he plagiarised a medical plan ." Jason said, continuing the CPR. He knew something was wrong and the boy should wake up, but he didn't want Eric to chime in and take the glory.

Eric gritted his teeth. "Listen to me! The boy is suffering from post-immersion drowning. His airways are closing because of fluid shift. CPR won’t work! He needs immediate airway intervention!"

Jason scoffed. "WHAT!, that can only be deduced with an X-ray, what s**t are you saying!"

"Just trust me! If you don’t act now, he will die!"

The leader of the bodyguards said, “Hey, shut up and stop spewing nonsense, get away!!”.

People started murmuring, shaking their heads in disdain.

"Who does he think he is?" "Just a fraud seeking attention!" "He’s not even a doctor anymore!".

Jason smirked, relishing the support. He continued the CPR.

Cough!.

A wet, gurgling sound erupted from the boy’s throat. He coughed violently, but instead of relief, a horrifying sight unfolded.

A surge of dark red blood gushed from the child's mouth. And the boy started gassing.

Gasps of shock and horror filled the air.

Jason’s hands froze in place. His face turned ghostly pale as his eyes popped wide in disbelief.

Mr. Zed, the boy’s grandfather—a man feared and respected throughout the city arrived and stepped forward.

"My grandson!" His deep voice boomed. "What the hell did you do to him?!"

Jason’s mouth opened, but no words came out. Beads of sweat dripped down his temples. He tried to steady his breathing and quickly scrambled for an excuse.

"T-This... this has gone beyond me," Jason stammered, his voice shaky. "It’s not my fault! I...

I think he gulped too much water. Let's wait for the ambulance."

Eric clenched his jaw. He stepped forward, his voice cutting through the panicked whispers. "If you wait for the ambulance, he will die before they arrive!"

Jason whipped his head toward him. "Shut up! You don’t know what you are saying! , this has gone beyond CPR, let them arrived"

Eric didn’t back down. He turned to Mr. Zed. "Sir, your grandson’s lungs aren’t filled with water. His airways are shutting down due to a fluid imbalance. CPR is only making it worse. He needs an airway intervention now, or he won’t survive the next few minutes, he would die before the ambulance arrives!"

Mr. Zed narrowed his eyes, and didn't know what to say.

Jason scoffed. "This guy isn’t even a real doctor anymore! You can’t seriously trust him over me. I am A surgeon, and if what he is saying is true. We need Tools and equipment for him to be saved…!"

That's true. But something inside Eric told him he can do it, “I can save him”.

“No you can't”, Jason said.

“Shut up!”, Mr. Zed hauled and faced Eric, “Please save him”.

Eric then moved to the boy and positioned his head properly. He took a deep breath, his mind racing with the precise actions needed to save the child's life.

"Someone, give me a knife!" he demanded urgently.

Jason recoiled. "A knife? For f**k what?!".

Mr. Zed's brows furrowed in shock. "A knife? What for?".

"Trust me," Eric said firmly. "I need to create an airway before it's too late. If I don’t act now, he will die!".

Mr. Zed hesitated, then gave a sharp nod to one of his guards. The man swiftly handed Eric a knife. The crowd gasped in horror, murmurs spreading like wildfire.

Eric’s hands were steady as he carefully located the right spot on the boy’s throat. With a slow but decisive stab, he made the incision.

Gush!!!.

Blood oozed out, and for a moment, a deathly silence filled the air.

Jason smirked triumphantly. "He killed him! I told you all!" he shouted, pointing at Eric. "This fraud—".

But before Jason could continue, a collective gasp erupted from the crowd.

The boy's eyes snapped open.

Cough!!! cough !!!

The boy coughed, drawing in a deep, wheezing breath. Air flooded into his lungs, and could easily breathe. He stopped gasing.

Bryan, one of the bodyguards, quickly grabbed a clean cloth and pressed it against the wound to slow the bleeding.

The boy turned his head weakly, his lips trembling. "Grandfather..."

"Dale!" Mr. Zed hauled in relief, as he dropped to his knees beside his grandson.

He spun around and struck Jason across the face with a loud smack. "You i***t! You nearly killed my grandson! I should have you locked up!".

Jason gulped, bowing his head in embarrassment. He knew there was nothing he could say to defend himself.

The ambulance finally arrived, and the paramedics rushed over, but Dale was already awake, breathing steadily.

Mr. Zed turned to Eric, his piercing gaze filled with rare admiration. "You surprised me with the technique you used." He took a deep breath. "I owe you. Name whatever you want as appreciation. A platinum unlimited card? A house? A private jet? Name anything!".