Chapter 1

I got an emergency call, but the dorm supervisor, Mrs. Hayes, blocked my way, refusing me entry.

"You're a man, trying to get into the girls' dorm? Dream on!"

I was frantic. "In front of medical personnel, there's no distinction between men and women."

I desperately ran upstairs and finally saved the girl.

But she decided to scam me.

"It's all this unscrupulous doctor's fault for not treating me in time, leaving me with side effects."

"And when he was saving me, his hands weren't honest. He touched me."

Throughout the entire New Year's period, my family and I were subjected to online bullying because of this. Unable to bear the pressure, I leaped from the building.

When I opened my eyes again, I saw Mrs. Hayes, the dorm supervisor.

This time, I wasn't in a hurry. After all, the person lying upstairs was Mrs. Hayes' daughter!

"I said no means no. How can a man go up there?" Mrs. Hayes stood with her hands on her hips, inside the door, refusing to open it.

"Men are nothing but primal instincts. Letting you into the girls' dorm is like a wolf in a hen house!"

I looked at Mrs. Hayes, masking my inner regret and surprise.

"Dr. Turner, please, we need to think of something. The patient is suffering from respiratory alkalosis," Brittany, the nurse behind me, urged anxiously.

I snapped back to reality. "They won't let us in, so what can we do?"

Brittany looked at me, her expression utterly surprised.

I knew why she was surprised; it was completely unlike my usual demeanor.

In my previous life, I would have joined others to kick that door down and rushed in to save the person.

I'd rescued the patient from the clutches of death, but then I was scammed and ended up in a tragic state.

Now that I was back, I intended to avoid that ending.

However, remembering that family's nature, I whispered to Brittany, "Get your phone out, film discreetly."

Seeing her activate the camera, I stepped forward to negotiate.

"If we miss the optimal window for rescue, this girl could very well suffer permanent side effects."

Mrs. Hayes looked at me with contempt. "You can talk 'til you're blue in the face, but I'm not letting you into the girls' dorm!"

She scanned us, spitting as she pointed at me. "You don't look like a good person! Shifty-eyed like that, are you even really medical personnel?"

I scoffed internally, but maintained an anxious expression.

"If we miss the window to save her, are you really ready to take responsibility for that?"

She said triumphantly, "Well, that's according to school regulations. Whatever happens to her, it's on her."

Brittany, standing behind me, couldn't take it anymore. She burst out, "You're just a glorified doorman! Not letting us up there is practically murder!"

Mrs. Hayes wouldn't tolerate her authority being challenged. Her eyes narrowed. "Are you his little side piece, then, so eager?"

"And you look down on me? You're nothing but a glorified servant yourself."

Our nurses were new recruits, no match for Mrs. Hayes.

At her words, Brittany's eyes welled up.

I stepped in front of Brittany. "What 'side piece'? Don't project your own dirty mind onto others. Just let us in! A student upstairs needs saving!"

Mrs. Hayes' face flushed crimson, and she started spewing venom. "I'm not letting you up! Do you want to save a student, or just ogle the girls? You're shameless!"

I raised my hands to calm her. "Don't get agitated, just calm down."

Brittany whispered to me, "Dr. Turner, time is running out."

I sighed, putting on a conciliatory look.

"What will it take for you to let us in?"

Mrs. Hayes puffed out her chest, cracking sunflower seeds. "You can call the principal. If he agrees, then I'll let you."

I tried to reason. "Then give us the principal's number."

She just stopped talking. Brittany and I started calling everyone we knew, and finally found the number.

"Dr. Turner, it's not going through."

Mrs. Hayes said triumphantly, "Can't reach him, huh? There's one more way."

I didn't speak. Brittany urged, "Just tell us!"

She pointed at me. "Make this man kneel and beg me."

"Didn't you say you wanted to save someone? Kneeling for me to save a life is nothing, is it?" Mrs. Hayes took out another handful of sunflower seeds and started cracking them.

I said in a low voice, "A young life on the line, up there."

Brittany fumed, "You just wait, I'm going to report you!"

I felt a secret thrill; what a perfect assist. Mrs. Hayes was the type who'd explode at the mention of a complaint, like throwing gasoline on a fire.

Sure enough, Mrs. Hayes threw the sunflower seed shells directly in our faces.

"I don't need *him* to kneel. *You* kneel for me, and then I'll let you up."

Brittany's face turned beet red with anger. "You're a disgusting lowlife!"

Mrs. Hayes stomped her foot, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Aren't you all 'white-clad angels'? Well, someone's waiting to be saved. Why aren't you saving them, then, you poser?"

Brittany looked at me helplessly. I subtly shook my head.

Mrs. Hayes sneered, "I think all this talk of saving lives is fake. You just want to show off in front of this guy, don't you?"

I was about to say something when a frantic voice interrupted me.

A student came sprinting down, breathless, and threw herself in front of Mrs. Hayes.

"Auntie, she's really not doing well!"

Mrs. Hayes shrugged her off. "Even so, we have to follow regulations."