Master of Lust-Chapter 216: Rise From The Dead [2]
Chapter - 216
"What happened? What went wrong?" Rick managed to stutter out a question.
"Shit happened, you fool!" the doctor barked back at him, frustration evident in his harsh delivery. He swiftly moved to Emily's side, his eyes widening in alarm at the sight of blood smeared around her mouth and staining the sheets a deep crimson. A chill shot through him as he realized the gravity of the situation.
"Quick, get me the anticoagulant!" he shouted to the nearby nurse, his voice urgent and commanding. The nurse, sensing the critical nature of the moment, dashed off and quickly returned, handing him the medication with trembling hands.
The doctor wasted no time. He soaked a gauze with the anticoagulant and deftly inserted it into Emily's nose to stem the bleeding. With another piece of gauze, he gently wiped her face, trying to clear the blood that had pooled there.
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Turning his attention to the nurse who had been standing by the door of the ICU, he bellowed, "What in the world were you doing? Fucking finger-fucking yourself?" His tone was rough, fueled by the urgency and stress of the moment. He motioned for her to come closer, his gaze piercing. She was suppose to take care of Emily.
The nurse quickly moved to the doctor's side, her face etched with worry and confusion. She clasped her hands nervously, her voice barely above a whisper as she addressed him. "Sir?" she asked, visibly shaken by his stern demeanor.
The doctor didn't mince his words, his frustration boiling over as he confronted her. "Don't 'Yes, Sir' me, you nincompoop! What were you thinking allowing these people into the emergency ward? This area is strictly off-limits to unauthorized personnel.
Who gave you the audacity to disregard hospital protocol?" His words were sharp, each one delivered like a verbal slap designed to underscore the severity of her mistake.
Rick, feeling a sense of responsibility and trying to diffuse the tension, stepped forward. "Doc, I think you are being a bit unfair... This situation, it's not really her fault," he said, his voice steady but cautious.
The doctor whipped around, his eyes cold and unyielding as they fixed on Rick. "Did I ask for your input?" he snapped, cutting Rick off mid-sentence. "I am fully capable of handling my staff without your interference.
Keep your opinion to yourself and shove it up," His dismissive tone left no room for further discussion, making it clear that he expected no more interruptions while he dealt with the matter at hand.
Rick found himself silenced by the doctor's stern rebuke, casting his eyes downward as the nurse made a trembling attempt to defend her actions. "Doctor, I did inform them about the rules," she stammered, gesturing towards Rick with a shaky hand. "After that, I had to step away for a moment. I didn't realize they would enter the ward without permission."
Seizing the opportunity to deflect blame, Rick quickly interjected, pointing an accusing finger at the Old Matriarch. "See, Doc, it's her doing. She insisted on seeing Emily. She practically threatened her. We didn't really have much of a choice but to follow her in," he protested, attempting to shift the focus of the doctor's wrath onto the Old Matriarch.
The doctor's frustration surged to new heights, his face turning a shade redder as he turned his attention to the Old Matriarch, who remained silent, her expression unreadable. "Do you have any idea how risky it is to expose a critically ill patient to a group of people?" he exclaimed, his voice tinged with disbelief and irritation.
"And to a coma patient, no less! Are you trying to sabotage her recovery? Our priority here is saving lives, not complicating matters with unauthorized visits and disruptions. This kind of reckless behavior will not be tolerated under my watch." His stern words echoed in the tense atmosphere, making it abundantly clear where he stood on the matter.
The old Matriarch, with her imposing presence, seemed ready to depart as if her task was done. But when a mere human dared to raise their voice at her? Someone she could easily crush beneath her feet? That was something she couldn't ignore.
"What kind of treatment are you advocating for?" she demanded, her voice dripping with skepticism. "This child has been in a coma for an extended period, and we haven't seen any improvement in her condition. Are you genuinely prioritizing the patient's well-being with your so-called treatment?"
Her words reverberated through the room, challenging the doctor's authority and casting doubt on his methods. The doctor, momentarily taken aback by the directness of her accusation, paused, searching for a response. He was used to defending his medical decisions, but this unexpected confrontation left him momentarily speechless, his confidence wavering under the weight of her scrutiny.
Not one to back down, the doctor quickly regained his composure, his voice rising with indignation as he pushed back against the matriarch's pointed remarks. "Are you suggesting you know better than me about patient care? Now you will teach me?" he shot back, his tone laced with incredulity and defiance.
The surgeon's pride swelled within him, his frustration evident as he defended his expertise. "I have been a bloody surgeon for years, spent years honing my skills, saving countless lives along the way. And here you are, questioning my expertise?" He proclaimed, his words echoing with the weight of his experience and skill.
As his words hung in the air, the tension in the room intensified, the matriarch meeting his gaze with unwavering resolve. But she refused to be intimidated, her own voice steady as she countered his anger with her own fiery determination.
"If you believe that someone as inexperienced and illiterate as me could treat a serious patient," she declared, her tone cutting through the air like a sharpened blade, "then perhaps you should set your degrees ablaze and let them turn to ashes." Her words carried a potent mix of challenge and defiance, daring the surgeon to question her capabilities once more.
A thick silence descended upon the room, the weight of the old matriarch's words settling heavily on everyone present. The tension was palpable, every gaze locked onto the unfolding drama before them, the air thick with anticipation.
The doctor's response shattered the silence, his voice dripping with skepticism and a touch of disdain as he scoffed at the matriarch's claims. "Ha... ha... ha... Are you kidding me?" he retorted, his laughter tinged with disbelief as he locked eyes with the old matriarch.
"You think I am a fool standing here. Do you expect me to simply nod along to whatever you say? An old, illiterate cougar who doesn't even know how to follow the rules, is standing before me and saying that she has treated a coma patient?" The doctor continued, his tone condescending.
He leaned in closer, his voice laced with accusation. "Lady, I think you are too old to throw these tantrums. If you have truly healed her, then why was she bleeding so profusely? Explain that, if you can!" His words were a challenge, a direct confrontation.
The old matriarch rolled her eyes, clearly exasperated with the doctor's stubborn skepticism. "Why don't you check her yourself, with your so-called expert hands?" she challenged, dismissing the doctor's doubts with a wave of her hand. To her, he seemed nothing more than an ignorant fool.
Rick, sensing an opportunity to support the matriarch, decided to speak up. "She does have a point," he said, nodding in agreement with the old matriarch.
The doctor's incredulous gaze swung towards Rick, his expression one of disbelief mingled with annoyance. "You, young man!" he exclaimed, shaking his head as if trying to make sense of the madness unfolding before him. "Are you also in on this joke? It seems the entire family has lost its mind. We have a term for people like this where I come from - blockheads. Don't become one."
A heavy silence settled over the room, the tension palpable as the doctor's words cast a shadow of doubt over the matriarch's claims and Rick's defense of her. But despite the skepticism that filled the air, Rick stood his ground, refusing to waver in the face of the doctor's dismissive attitude.
Unfazed by the doctor's criticism, the matriarch squared her shoulders and spoke with unwavering conviction. "I speak the truth," she declared, her voice steady and uncaring.
With a resigned sigh, the doctor finally gave in, albeit begrudgingly. "Alright, fine," he conceded, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'll check the patient myself, since you all seem so convinced."
Carefully, the doctor leaned in to assess Emily's condition. Gently placing three fingers on her wrist, he meticulously checked for her pulse, his brows furrowing in concentration as he monitored her breathing rate. To his surprise, Emily stirred from her unconscious state, her eyes fluttering open in response to his touch.
"I'm alright, doctor," Emily whispered weakly, her voice barely above a hoarse whisper.
The sudden movement caught the doctor off guard, causing him to jump back in shock. "Ah!" he exclaimed, his voice tinged with surprise and a hint of fear as he took an involuntary step back, his eyes widening in disbelief at Emily's unexpected response.
"Freaking ghost!!!!!"
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