Chapter 3 Unfit to Be a Doctor
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"Quickly put the child on the hospital bed and start emergency treatment immediately."
Upon hearing that this was a matter entrusted by the head of the Health Bureau, Sean didn't dare to delay and instructed the middle-aged man to place the young boy on the ICU bed.
Seeing the boy's ashen face and rapid breathing, already in a coma, Jack didn’t say much.
The issue of the medical expenses could be resolved later. It wasn’t urgent at this moment.
As Sean examined the boy, he asked, “What happened to the child?”
The middle-aged man explained, “My son was fine when he left school, but soon after, he started feeling unwell. He quickly developed a high fever, which became severe, and then he fell into a coma.”
After examining the boy, Sean reassured, “Don't worry, it's just a severe cold. I'll administer some fever-reducing medicine right now, and he’ll be fine soon.”
Since he didn't know the man's exact relation to Director Smith, he spoke very politely.
The middle-aged man sighed in relief, “That's great, thank you, doctor.”
Sean took the fever-reducing medicine prepared by Dora and was about to inject it into the boy.
Jack shook his head and said, “This isn't a cold. Using fever-reducing injections will worsen his condition.”
“What do you know? Are you the doctor or am I? If you don’t understand, then don’t speak nonsense.”
Already frustrated from a recent exposure of his unethical behavior, Sean immediately vented his anger.
After saying this, he took the syringe and personally injected the fever-reducing medicine into the boy.
As time passed, a hint of color returned to the boy’s face, and it seemed his pain lessened significantly.
Sean said smugly, “See, I told you it was just a minor cold. Nothing to worry about.”
The middle-aged man nodded repeatedly in agreement, praising Sean for his expertise. "Yes, no wonder you're the director here, Dr Perry. You're a great doctor."
However, suddenly, the boy’s face contorted, his limbs started convulsing, and he began foaming at the mouth. The bedside monitor emitted a piercing alarm.
His blood pressure dropped, and his heartbeat slowed drastically, appearing to be in critical condition.
The middle-aged man anxiously shouted, “Doctor, what’s happening? What's wrong with my son?”
Sean was startled. According to his diagnosis, the boy just had a common cold. How could this situation arise?
The anxious father exclaimed, “Doctor, please do something, he’s my only son!”
“I-I…” Sean was at a loss, unclear about the situation and uncertain of what to do.
As the boy's condition worsened, the man shouted angrily, “You quack! If anything happens to my son, you’ll pay with your life!”
“I'll handle this,” Jack, having inherited the knowledge of the Ancient Medicine Sect, couldn’t stand idly by.
Approaching the bed, he said, “I already told you that you were wrong. This isn’t a cold, it’s poisoning.”
He then took out silver needles from his pocket and began inserting them into the boy’s chest acupoints.
“What are you doing?” Sean started to intervene but then paused, realizing an opportunity. He shouted, “Interfering with my treatment of the patient, whatever happens, you'll be responsible!”
Seeing the boy close to death, Sean knew that if the boy indeed died, not only would he lose his position as director, but he might also face imprisonment.
But now, he could shift the blame onto someone else.
Jack ignored him and continued to administer the needles to detoxify the boy.
If observed closely, one would notice that the tails of these silver needles gently vibrated upon insertion into the acupoints, as if driven by some force, constantly oscillating.
The middle-aged man asked, “Is he also a doctor in your emergency room?”
Sean responded, “Him? A doctor? He's just a relative of a patient. I could have treated this disease, but now that he’s interfered, whatever happens is not my responsibility.”
The middle-aged man jumped up, “You, a mere relative, what right do you have to treat my son…” He was about to rush forward in anger but suddenly noticed that the boy’s convulsions had stopped, the foaming ceased, his complexion was turning rosy, and the monitor readings were returning to normal.
“What… what is happening here?”
Everyone was astonished, especially Sean, who had thought Jack’s previous success in treating Helen was just a fluke. Yet, he had saved the boy too.
Relieved that no life was lost, everyone exhaled deeply.
The middle-aged man asked Jack, “Doctor, what illness does my son have?”
Jack replied, “He was infected with a certain virus. Has he recently come into contact with unclean things, like rats or other animals carrying a lot of germs?”
The man answered, “I don't think so. He hasn’t been out. He was at school all day.”
Seeing that time was appropriate, Jack took out another silver needle and pricked the boy’s index fingers, squeezing out two drops of black blood into a nearby trash bin.
After withdrawing the needles, the boy opened his eyes and sat up on the bed, looking around in confusion.
Seeing his son awake, the man exclaimed joyfully, “Genius doctor, truly a genius doctor!”
Jack stated, “I’ve removed the toxic blood. He should drink some mung bean soup when he gets home and he’ll be completely fine. Make sure he doesn’t come into contact with unclean wild animals in the future.”
“Doctor, thank you for saving my son!” The man pulled out two stacks of hundred-dollar bills and stuffed them into Jack’s hands. “Thank you, doctor!”
Jack, adhering to the Ancient Medicine Sect’s rules of accepting whatever is offered, took the money without hesitation and handed it to Helen. The Sect’s principle was to accept any amount offered, whether it be a mountain of gold or nothing at all.
Helen, still in shock, couldn’t believe that her son had become a “genius doctor” and earned so much money so quickly.
The man picked up his son, turned back to Sean, and spat in disdain, “Quack doctor, calling yourself a director. Nonsense!”
Sean, both frustrated and angry, confronted Jack, “Are you a doctor? Who allowed you to treat patients?”
“You should be thanking me,” Jack retorted, “Someone like you, lacking both medical ethics and skill, truly doesn’t deserve to be a doctor.”
“Mind your own business. Practicing medicine illegally, do you believe I can have you arrested?”
As Sean was speaking, the director of the Health Bureau, Allen Smith, and the dean of South Lake Hospital, Gary Anderson, walked in.
Seeing his superiors arrive, Sean whispered threateningly to Jack, “Keep your mouth shut, kid. Practicing medicine without a license is a serious crime, punishable by at least five to six years in prison. I’ll take the fall for you this time.”
Then, with a sycophantic smile, he ran over to greet them, “Director Smith, Dean Anderson, you’ve arrived.”
Allen Smith asked, “What about the patient I referred? Has he come?”
Sean replied, “The kid with the fever? I've cured him. He just left our facility.”
He sighed in relief, thinking the boy’s father hadn’t spoken directly to Allen, making things easier to manage.
Allen, surprised, asked, “You cured him?”
He knew Sean as an ordinary director without any exceptional medical skills.
“Yes, Director Smith, I cured him.” As Sean spoke, he gave Jack a warning look.
Seeing Sean 's shameless behavior, Jack was about to expose him, but Helen stopped him. She knew her son really didn’t have a medical license, and getting involved with the police would only complicate things further
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