Chapter 2

The student stamped her foot in frustration. "Auntie, the one who's sick is..."

Mrs. Hayes maintained her officious demeanor. "Even if it were my own parents who were sick, we'd still have to follow regulations."

The student looked at me with pleading eyes, then rushed to the door.

"Doctor, please come in quickly! My roommate is really bad. I'll open the door for you!"

With that, she lunged at the door to open it.

Mrs. Hayes yanked her back, then pushed her away. The small girl's body flew back like a rag doll, landing on the ground.

We all gasped.

"My arm hurts so much," the girl cried out, her face contorted in pain.

"So you just fall apart when a guy's around, huh? You'd even open the door for him, you're shameless!"

Seeing the pain on the student's face, I couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy.

The girl struggled to her feet, leaning on the wall. "Auntie, the one waiting for rescue upstairs is Chl..."

Before she could finish, Mrs. Hayes cut her off again.

"Get back upstairs, or I'll give you a major disciplinary action!"

I couldn't watch anymore. I snapped at her directly, "You're just a dorm supervisor. What kind of disciplinary action? What authority do you even have?"

Hearing me say that, the student gathered her courage.

"Exactly! I'm going to tell my parents how you pushed me! And the one waiting for rescue upstairs is Chloe Hayes!"

Mrs. Hayes' face flushed red with anger at the mention of parents.

But when she heard it was Chloe Hayes who needed rescue, her face instantly went pale.

"What? My daughter is sick? You ungrateful brat, why didn't you say so sooner?"

Now, she didn't waste any more words. She flung the door open, glaring at me menacingly.

"You're going into the girls' dorm, so keep your eyes to yourself. Don't go looking around, or I'll call the police!"

"If my daughter doesn't make it, I'll never forgive you!"

There was no elevator in the dorm building, so we had to climb the stairs.

Mrs. Hayes trailed right on my heels, muttering endlessly. "Can't you move any faster?"

"You're a man, and you're running so slowly? Are you even a man?"

I scoffed. "If you hadn't blocked us, we would have started the rescue long ago. You're primarily responsible for this."

"If you really wanted to save my daughter, you would have knelt for me already. You're not genuinely trying to save her, and you still have the nerve to call yourselves doctors and nurses."

The dorm was on the seventh floor. I was already out of breath and had no energy to deal with someone like her.

Good thing every word she said had been recorded. This time, I'd like to see how she tries to manipulate public opinion and bully me online!

The dorm room door was wide open. I quietly reminded Brittany, "Keep the camera rolling."

The girl lying on the ground was still conscious. Hearing our voices, she weakly opened her eyes and looked at me. "Why is it a male doctor? I want a female doctor."

Brittany tried to persuade her. "Young lady, your condition is very serious right now."

I said in a low voice, "In our eyes as doctors, there are only patients, not men or women."

"But I don't even have a boyfriend yet! How can a male doctor touch me?"

Mrs. Hayes said anxiously, "Oh, daughter, please stop talking!"

She shoved me. "What are you standing around for? Save her!"

Even though I knew what this mother and daughter were like, I was a doctor. I couldn't stand by and let a patient die.

After a quick examination, I turned to Brittany. "Alright, let's get her onto the ambulance."

Mrs. Hayes followed right on my heels. "Is my daughter alright? You just saved her, why do we need to go to the hospital? You're not trying to scam us, are you?!"

I stopped. "She's out of immediate danger, but she needs further observation."

She muttered under her breath, "I know you people, you just want us to spend more money."

At the hospital, after further checks, Chloe Hayes was confirmed to be fine by noon.

Brittany sighed in relief. "It was a hassle, but thankfully we saved her."

Mrs. Hayes wasn't happy. "My daughter was fine anyway! You just had to drag her to the hospital to make me spend more money!"

"I want to check out!"

I subtly signaled Brittany to keep recording. Only after she nodded did I speak.

"Keeping the patient hospitalized is to ensure she's completely out of danger. If you want to check out now, you'll need to sign a waiver."

Hearing this, Mrs. Hayes instantly refused. "A waiver? I'm not signing that!"

I stated professionally, "Then she'll need to stay for another week of observation."