Chapter 1His Intern Nearly Killed My Son

My son had a high fever in the middle of the night, so I rushed him to the pediatric hospital where my husband works.

But my husband was in a meeting, and the one on duty was an intern.

She grabbed my son's arm with a displeased expression, wanting to draw blood.

She failed three times, couldn't get the needle in.

My son was crying his heart out from the pain, and a lump formed on his arm.

I asked her, feeling distressed, if she could get another doctor to draw the blood.

She flew into a rage and threw down the needle.

"You can't even hold your kid still and you're blaming me! Coming to the hospital over a little fever! You're so difficult!"

With that, she turned and left.

Just then, a nurse from hematology happened to pass by.

She comforted me, saying, "Let me do it. That intern is the Chief of Pediatrics' assistant. You can't afford to cross her. Half the complaints in pediatrics are caused by her."

My whole body went cold. Chief of Pediatrics? Wasn't that my husband, Ethan Smith?