and you’re wasting time talking! Stephen might have connections to cover himself, but are you ready to face the consequences?”
With that, the medical staff could no longer delay and sprang into action, urgently attending to me.
Stephen swaggered into the emergency room, not lifting a finger to help but instead launching into a tirade of mockery.
“Frank, just because you’re jealous of my upcoming promotion doesn’t mean you need to spread rumors that I have connections. Even if do get promoted, that’s because of my
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capability. A bunch of idiots! Playing along with a madwoman!
“She’s my wife; who knows better than me whether she’s sick or not? With your intelligence, don’t even talk about getting promoted. You’re not even fit to shine my shoes!
Unable to tolerate any more, Frank kicked Stephen out the door!
“Trash! Bastard! Keep your nonsense up, and not only will your wife die because of you, but we might too!”
With that, he locked the door.
Finally, the noise was cut off.
The emergency room fell into a rhythm of life–saving activity, the medical staff working methodically.
My forced resilience began to relax.
I was exhausted; it was time to rest.
I couldn’t control my fate; I had done all I could.
When I awoke, it was three days later.
Ronald sat by my side, his face etched with guilt.
“Teresa, I’m sorry you’ve had to suffer,” Ronald began, his voice tinged with regret. “It’s my fault. Something urgent came up that day, and I had to leave unexpectedly. But I had clearly instructed your husband to take your condition seriously.
“How could this reckless boy go off to save someone else and neglect his own wife? Being selfless doesn’t mean abandoning your responsibilities.”
I looked at Ronald skeptically, trying to discern the truth in his words.
It was clear that day Stephen hadn’t been busy with another patient.
His beloved Lily, who had been injured in a car accident, was the focus.
In our previous life, she had died from losing too much blood due to a delay in receiving prompt medical attention.
This time, with the advantage of being reborn, Stephen had arrived two hours earlier to pick up Lily, narrowly preventing the fatal injuries from a second accident. As a result, she was rescued and remained as vibrant as ever.
Meanwhile, I was fortunate; despite the half–day delay in treating my perforated stomach, I was still alive.
