Chapter 2
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The next day, Elaine had barely arrived at the hospital when the head nurse came rushing toward her.
She looked frantic as she spoke, "Dr. Whitlock, the VIP patient needs emergency care right away!"
Elaine hurried straight to the private suite.
The boy staying there was the eldest grandson of the wealthiest family in the city. He had suffered from asthma since birth, and just recently, he had fallen into the water and gone into severe shock. His condition was critical, and he had not yet passed the danger period.
It had taken Elaine more than twelve hours of non‑stop work in the emergency room just to pull him back from the brink of death.
She refused to let Lily take over this patient, not only for the bonus, but more importantly, Lily simply did not have the skill or judgment to handle such a complicated case.
After speaking with the head nurse, Elaine learned the truth: Lily secretly changed the medication Elaine had prescribed.
Desperate to make the boy's condition improve faster, Lily had doubled the dosage of one of the drugs.
Just five minutes after the injection, the boy began struggling to breathe.
His family, growing anxious, grabbed Lily's arm and demanded to know what was happening.
But she only smiled and said, "This is just a normal reaction. It will pass if you give it time. If you want him to get better, he has to endure a little discomfort."
Thirty minutes later, the boy's face began to swell and turned a deep, bluish purple.
His family insisted she call Dr. Whitlock to come and check on him.
Instead, Lily started crying and put on an aggrieved expression. "Dr. Whitlock is a doctor, but so am I. When you come to this hospital for treatment, do you not even have the basic trust in our staff?"
Forty minutes later, the boy went completely still.
The readings on the ventilator dropped to a flat, straight line.
In their panic, the family grabbed Lily by the collar and shouted at her, demanding an explanation.
She quickly turned her face away. "This has nothing to do with me! I only prepared the medicine according to the prescription. I am just a nurse! The prescription was written by Dr. Whitlock. How could I possibly know what went wrong?"
By the time Elaine reached the room, she had not even opened her mouth when the grandfather struck her arm hard with his walking cane.
A sharp pain shot through her arm, and she had to blink back tears.
"Dr. Whitlock, I placed so much trust in you, and this is how you repay me?"
Only then did Elaine realize the boy had already lost all signs of life.
His grandmother and mother held him in their arms, wailing in grief and despair.
"Dr. Whitlock, just a few days ago, you said you were confident you could cure him! How could this happen so suddenly?"
Elaine forced herself to stay calm. She called in other doctors and nurses, and together they began every possible effort to save the boy.
But after half an hour, they had no choice but to officially declare the patient dead.
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