Chapter 4

Animals, all of them!

How could there be people in this world who twisted right and wrong like this?

I had poured everything into treating them, worked overtime as a matter of course.

I'd even pulled strings through my own contacts to help them get imported specialty drugs.

And now, with no warning, no discussion, every one of them had turned on me at once.

I was shaking with rage.

"You threw me onto Grant! I'm a doctor. Even if I knew nothing about emergency care, I would never jump onto a patient like that!"

The emergency department doctors were seasoned. They called the police on the spot.

Just then Spencer stepped up beside me and lowered his voice to my ear.

"Dr. Walker, don't say I never gave you a chance. Five million, and I'll clear your name."

I wiped the blood off my badge, adjusted the angle so it pointed straight at Spencer, and ground out through my teeth,

"Aren't you afraid of what you'll bring down on yourself? Trading your father's life for money, the whole internet will bury you for it!"

Spencer let out a scornful laugh.

"It's just my reputation. I don't care about that."

"Old Lawrence slapped you earlier, right? Money's on the table, how about I break one of his legs for you?"

I said coldly,

"The hospital corridors are covered in cameras. And there's dispute over your father's death. A forensic examiner will step in and investigate!"

Spencer only glanced sideways at the busy ER doctors, a cold sneer full of mockery on his face.

The police reached the hospital fast, and I stood there covered in blood, hemmed in on all sides by the hospital leadership who had rushed over.

"Naomi, what on earth happened here? How could you let a patient die right in front of you?"

The director's face was grim, his tone hard.

The office chief held up his phone.

"Director, look! The whole internet is nothing but bad press about our hospital right now! This has blown up, Director!"

There on the chief's screen, I was already trending.

【A doctor watches an old man cough up blood. Where's her conscience?】

【Wealthy heiress doctor lets a man die. Insider says she isn't afraid of paying damages.】

On the screen I stood expressionless and looming over everyone, Spencer on his knees at my feet, Grant curled up on the other side coughing blood. The composition was charged with tension.

The inpatient chief spoke up too.

"Director, a lot of patients are checking out. Our trust rating has hit an all-time low!"

The director shot me a savage glare and dumped every problem onto me, head-on.

"Look what you've done! You could have at least put on a show of trying!"

"How can a dermatologist not know basic emergency care? Is this how your teacher trained you?!"

I clenched the badge hard and argued back.

"Grant had a heart condition and a fall. You're the hospital director. Don't you understand that every field has its specialty?"

"You should be looking into why the ER is right nearby, yet they only showed up after Grant was already dead."

Hearing my reasoned defense, the director's face went dark. Then he caught what my hands were doing and reached for my chest.

"Give me the badge! I'm copying the footage inside it!"

I covered it with both hands on instinct.

The gesture made the already furious director angrier still.

"Naomi Walker! Don't push your luck! Hand me that badge now!"

My head was a mess. I kept shaking it and held the badge tighter against me.

"Grab it off her!" the director ordered, stone-faced.

And at that very moment, the forensic examiner and the PR unit arrived together.

Toolbox in hand, the examiner planted himself in front of me.

"You're Dr. Walker? I'm a forensic examiner. I'll need you to cooperate with my work."

I looked up, into a face I half remembered.