The butler's phone clattered to the floor.
The sound of footsteps approached, followed by someone speaking in a hushed, low voice. "Dr. Beverly, I just pulled up the chart for the patient in bed one. I found out who the young lady is..."
He paused, then added as a quiet warning, "We can't let anything happen to her in our hospital. We can't afford to face his wrath."
Dr. Beverly glanced at the file he was handed, his pupils constricting in shock. He urged anxiously, "Where is Mr. Wynn? Right now, in all of Vaelion City, he's the only one who can perform this surgery!"
The nurse replied, “We've already notified Mr. Wynn. He's at a medical conference in the next city today. He's on his way back now, but... but the patient might not make it until he arrives..."
"We have to make a decision now! The patient is already cyanotic, her lips and nails are turning blue-gray, and her vitals are continuing to drop!"
Suddenly, an authoritative and slightly arrogant female voice cut in. “Administer a bolus of Norman Forte intravenously, start rapid fluid resuscitation to stabilize her vitals, and buy us time for the surgery!"
Seeing the newcomer, the doctors grew visibly excited. "Dr. Turner, you're here! Is Mr. Wynn close behind?"
Dr. Beverly asked urgently, "Dr. Turner, are these Mr. Wynn's orders?"
Olivia Turner was the exclusive special assistant to the so-called medical genius, Mr. Wynn. Her own skills were exceptional, and she had accompanied him to several international medical summits.
At Starlight Royal Medical Center, she spoke for Mr. Wynn.
"These are Mr. Wynn's instructions. He's on his way back as fast as he can. Until then, we must stabilize the patient's vitals." Olivia ordered the nurse beside her, "Quickly! Do it now!"
The nurse nodded repeatedly and was about to leave when...
A calm, cool voice suddenly spoke from the phone on the floor. "If you do that, your hospital can expect a lawsuit."
The voice wasn't loud, but it carried an inexplicable sense of pressure.
The nurse froze.
"Who are you? What do you know?" Olivia frowned, glancing disdainfully at the phone on the floor before turning back to the nurse. "Get going. The patient doesn't have much time."
The butler finally realized he hadn't hung up. He quickly picked up his phone, his voice trembling. "M-Miss..."
"Stop her," Serena's voice was sharp and clear. "The patient can't be given Norman Forte. Her cyanosis is a sign of prolonged hypoxia. Norman, Forte Contains compound Y. Forcing it now will trigger an acute allergic reaction on top of the hemorrhagic shock. She'll be dead in five
minutes."
Without a moment's hesitation, Alfred blocked the nurse's path. "You can't administer that drug!”
"Sir, you'd better think about the consequences!" Olivia sneered. "Does your 'Miss' know anything about medicine? Does she have a
medical license? M Wynn
protocol is the gold standard And you... who do you think you are, daring to question his authority?"
"The patient is at death's door. If we don't start emergency treatment now, who
dies will be responsible if she
dies? Let me be clear, the hospital is not liable for any consequences resulting from you obstructing
medical care.” sŵnovels
"I will be!" Alfred's tone was resolute. “My miss said not to inject it, so you won't. I'll
take full responsibility for any and all consequences."