Chapter 3His Intern Nearly Killed My Son

I made the snap decision to head to the emergency room.

But as I rushed toward the door holding my seizing son, my hand just touching the door handle, Emma charged over and blocked my way, looking at me with wary eyes.

"Where do you think you're going? The treatment isn't finished yet. Are you planning to complain about me again!"

I anxiously explained, "My child is having a febrile seizure. This isn't something that can be solved with medicine or injections anymore. I need to get to emergency!"

But her eyes shifted, she frowned, then turned around and locked the door.

"You're not going anywhere! If this blows up, Dr. Smith will yell at me again. I told you it's just a normal fever. Why are you making such a fuss?"

My son was convulsing in my arms, his eyes rolling back, white foam starting to appear at the corners of his mouth.

I said through gritted teeth, "I won't complain. I promise I won't let Ethan scold you either."

She tilted her head at me. "You really think Dr. Smith is your husband? Getting too into your act, aren't you? Just stay put!"

I forcibly suppressed the urge to argue with her.

The soundproofing here was good, and there were few people around at night. Arguing would only frighten my son further and wouldn't solve the problem.

I dialed Ethan's cell phone again.

Still off.

I decided to call the police.

But Emma seemed to understand my intention. She rushed over, snatched my phone away, and smashed it hard on the ground.

"Your kid has a seizure and you're calling the police on me? If I lose my job, will you compensate me!"

My temples were throbbing with anger, but I forced it down.

"If you trap me here now, something will really happen! If you treat my child, I promise I won't complain!"

But she acted like she couldn't understand. She turned and went back to the computer. "If emergency can treat him, why can't I? Worst case, I'll just order you a few more tests!"

I forced myself to calm down. Ethan had mentioned that to prevent incidents, every examination room had an emergency button that would bring security immediately.

Looking around, I spotted that red button on the side of the desk.

Moving quickly, by the time Emma realized what was happening, I'd already pressed it.

Footsteps rapidly approached from outside. "What's going on in there! Open the door!"

She shouted toward the door, "Nothing! It's a misunderstanding! Everything's fine!"

But not only could the people outside not hear her, when they discovered the door was locked, the pounding became more urgent. "Open the door!"

She pressed her body against the door, but the glass door couldn't withstand the force and shattered with a crash.

Two security guards rushed in. "What's going on?"

I decisively rushed out holding my son.

Glass shards cut my neck. I didn't care about the pain and burst through the door. Not knowing which way the emergency room was, I could only shout at the top of my lungs:

"Help! My son is sick! Help!"

Several family members waiting for medicine in the lobby looked up, and some seemed to be debating whether to help.

But the two security guards from behind caught up, and Emma shouted:

"Her kid just has a common cold and fever! I prescribed medicine and drew blood, but she won't accept it! She's insisting her kid is dying, trying to cut the line for emergency resources!"

The few passersby, seeing this, hesitated to help.

Just then, a doctor passing by stopped. I rushed up to him pleading, "Doctor! My son has a high fever seizure. Please help look at him!"

The doctor was just reaching out to take the child when Emma rushed over and shoved him aside. "She's a fraud! She just smashed things and called the police in the examination room. You must have heard all that noise, right?"

The doctor clearly recognized this as the legendary always-causing-trouble Emma. Seeing the blood on my neck, he sighed.

"Fine. Your department's problems are yours to solve."