Chapter 2

I stood rigidly, my finger trembling as I pointed at the ambulance.

My voice was loud, drawing a crowd of curious onlookers.

"Oh! Isn't that an ambulance? Why do the doctors have time to take pictures here? Is this a joke?!"

"Right? They blare their sirens every day, making us pull over, running red lights, but then they stop halfway to enjoy the scenery! Talk about abusing authority!"

"Looks like ambulances aren't always in such a rush after all! Next time I see one on the road, I'm not moving!"

People chattered amongst themselves, pointing fingers at us.

Brenda hadn't expected me to stand my ground. She'd probably wanted to put me in my place, but seeing the large crowd, she bit back her words to avoid suspicion.

Honestly, I didn't want to make a scene like this, but thinking of the life urgently awaiting treatment, I had no other choice.

Regardless of whether Brenda was trying to suppress me, deliberately trying to make me look bad on my first emergency call, or whatever, it couldn't be at the cost of a human life.

Perhaps pressured by the crowd, Brenda finally put away her camera and got back into the ambulance.

I checked my watch; almost half an hour had passed!

But now, just a few more minutes, and we'd be there. The child could be saved!

Thinking that, I was about to let out a sigh of relief.

But a still-fuming Brenda gave another command.

"Mark, pull over at that intersection up ahead!"

At her words, my heart tightened again. I had no idea what new stunt she was pulling.

The driver didn't dare to disobey and dutifully pulled the ambulance to the side of the road at the intersection.

I looked closely. Wasn't this a grocery store?

Before I could react, Brenda didn't even glance at me, simply told Mark, "Wait for me a minute, I need to buy some shrimp. My son wants grilled shrimp for dinner!"

I literally couldn't believe my ears!

The situation was dire, and she still had the nerve to come to the grocery store to buy shrimp!

I thought I had taught her a lesson earlier, but it seemed she hadn't taken it to heart at all.

I figured Brenda, who'd gotten her job through connections, wasn't afraid of being reported.

Seeing her about to leave, I quickly stepped forward and grabbed her arm.

"Director Brenda, the child is already unconscious. His blood pressure must be dangerously low by now. We really don't have any more time..."

I looked at her, practically begging.

To try and persuade her further, I tried to make her empathize.

"Brenda, you have a child too. Imagine if it were your child who was injured, wouldn't you be just as worried..."

My intention was to make her put herself in their shoes, but at my words, Brenda's temper flared.

"Chloe Roberts! Shut up! You yelled at me just now, and threatened to report me. I haven't even settled that with you, and now you're cursing my son, are you?!"

"Let me tell you! My son is perfectly fine; my husband is at the amusement park with him right now!"

"And another thing! You just want to steal my thunder like you always did, don't you? Hmph! Not this time, you won't!"

With that, Brenda turned and disappeared into the grocery store without a backward glance.

Watching Brenda leave, my heart sank.

After two seconds of thought, I didn't hesitate any longer.

I got straight into the driver's seat.

"Mark! Let's go now! Hurry!"

At this point, I could only take a gamble.

Although I didn't have extensive real-world experience, I had always been top of my class.

During my residency, I had participated in countless emergency simulations.

Since Brenda wouldn't go, I had planned to go myself and administer first aid to the child, because if we waited any longer, the child would likely be lost.

But to my surprise, as soon as I finished speaking, Mark stretched, without even lifting his eyelids.

He curtly replied with two words!

"No way!"

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