Your Mom or Your Mistress, Pick One to Live

On Valentine's Day, I bought a gift and went home early on purpose, only to find my mother-in-law collapsed from a sudden, serious illness. As her attending physician, I opened a dedicated emergency fast-track on the spot and rushed her to treatment, every second counting. But the moment we reached the emergency elevator, a woman planted herself in front of me and refused to move, monopolizing the elevator. She had nothing but a trivial scrape, and her whole face was full of grievance: