NovelEnglishChapter 5 Chapter 5 The doctor looked atfor a long moment before reluctantly pulling out the consent form for the surgery. "Are you sure about this? It might be tricky to deal with if anything happens during the operation." "Doctor, I trust you, truly." I grabbed the pen and quickly signed my non the dotted line. My life, my decision.
The doctor still seemed he had something to say, but suddenly, the office door burst open.
A group of people stormed in, shouting and causing chaos. Someone pushedhard, throwingoff balance, and my head slammed into the corner of the desk. All I felt was a wave of darkness as something warm and wet trickled down my forehead, blurring my vision.
The room was in complete disarray, everyone yelling at once.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"What kind of chief surgeon are you? We paid a fortune only to be told a second operation is needed?" "I swear, you're all scamming us for money. Didn't you say you've got the tumor removed? Why is it back?" "Con artist doctor, sacrificing morals for money. I ought to teach you a lesson myself!" Struggling to stand, I felt someone step on my clothes, pinningdown.
Eventually, security arrived, and the chaos subsided.
Suddenly, someone screamed, "There's blood. Someone's hurt!" I could feel everyone's gaze turn to me.
As people stepped back, a nurse rushed to helpup. "Ms. Crawford, are you okay? Let's get that wound treated." But she was too weak to supportproperly. The doctor cover and helpedup. His glasses got shattered, his usually neat hair was a mess, and his face bore scratch marks. He'd got beaten in the fray.
I wanted to smile, but my body felt too weak.
He sighed, "I'm sorry you got dragged into this mess. Looks like we'll have to postpone the surgery." I shook my head, wanting to tell him it was okay. Living another day or not didn't make much difference toanymore. No one cared whether I lived or died.
When the police arrived to take statements, I was starting to feel better.
The female officer looked atwith pity. "Your condition seems bad. The troublemakers have been under arrest. You might want to consider seeking compensation. We've contacted your family. They should be here soon." I was surprised. "My family?" The officer added, "Yes, though it seemed your husband's secretary took the call. Don't worry. He'll come." I looked down, doubtful.
Would Clyde come? Maybe he would show up if the police called.
I wasn't the only one affected by the incident. Two other patients were in the office, but only the doctor and I were injured.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmA patient nearby remarked on my bad luck. Out of everyone, I was the worst off. I nodded silently. When I finally had the funds for surgery, it had to be postponed. Whether my body could wait, I didn't know.
Seeing families comforting their loved ones in the emergency room, I felt a pang of envy.
The doctor's wife and daughter were by his side, their eyes red with worry while he comforted them. I envied that warmth and support.
Once upon a time, my family was like that, too, but my parents were gone.
I sniffled, trying not to hold onto hope. To my surprise, Clyde showed up with Kayla in tow.
After getting a stitch on my forehead, the doctor kept chattering. "Lucky it's hidden by your hair. It would've been a shfor such a pretty girl to have a scar." Looking at my reflection, all skin and bones, I wondered what beauty he saw.
That was when Clyde arrived.
"Mr. Patterson had to postpone a video conference for you, really showing your priorities." The doctor frowned but said nothing.
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