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Oh, how could I have forgotten about Dr. Caldwell?
Looking back, it made sense. Why was Raina allowed to livestream in the hospital without anyone stopping her? Why hadn’t the hospital stocked allergy medication? Why was I fired despite being cleared of any wrongdoing?
Clearly, this was all Caldwell’s doing. But why he conspired with Ethan was still a mystery.
“Dr. Caldwell, I don’t feel well. I ate the shrimp and grits my mother–in–law brought me this morning, and now I’m having a reaction. Could you send another doctor to handle this?”
“Useless! I’m coming myself!” he barked before hanging up.
Dorothy’s panicked expression didn’t escape me. I feigned weakness, holding my head.
“Mom, did you put something unusual in the shrimp and grits? I’m feeling really unwell, like I’m having an allergic reaction.”
“Mom!” Ethan hissed at her, his lips moving soundlessly.
What he didn’t know was that I had studied lip–reading for years to better communicate with patients.
“I told you to use less!”
Dorothy slumped to the ground, playing the victim. “Oh, woe is me! I made you a meal out of kindness, and you accuse me of poisoning you? Do you just not want my grandbaby to live?”
My back itched, and red welts began appearing on my arms.
“Mom, did you add seafood this morning? I’m seriously allergic.”
Dorothy and Ethan exchanged nervous glances, clearly rattled by how quickly my reaction was progressing.
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“That… that can’t be! How is it happening so fast?” Dorothy stammered, unable to control
her words.
Meanwhile, Raina doubled over in pain, unable to speak. I knew it wasn’t labor–her cervix wasn’t dilated. It was the labor–inducing drug kicking in.
Raina’s fans softened slightly, seeing my visible reaction, but they still criticized me
relentlessly.
“She’s faking it.”
“Raina’s mom seems clueless. Bet she thought cooking it longer would make it safe.”
“What a mess! This hospital’s best doctor is out of commission. What now?”
“Why isn’t another doctor stepping in?”
I had a suspicion why. If no one else showed up, I’d be forced to operate despite my condition. If the baby died, the blame would fall squarely on me.
Caldwell arrived in a flurry.
He slapped me hard across the face. “What are you waiting for? Get her into surgery!”
Dizzy from the allergic reaction and the slap, I struggled to keep my balance.
“I… I’m having an allergic reaction,” I rasped.
“Impossible!” Caldwell exclaimed, his face betraying genuine surprise before he quickly schooled his features. “Didn’t you take medication?”
“I didn’t have time. Her family wouldn’t let me leave,” I said, glancing pointedly at Dorothy and Ethan.
Caldwell shot them a glare of frustration, silently calling them Incompetent. Then he turned to Raina with uncharacteristic concern.
I suddenly understood.
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“Dr. Caldwell… I think I’m going to be sick.” I grabbed his arm tightly, digging my nails into his skin.
“Find her bag!” Caldwell snapped.
Ethan sprang into action, rummaging through my belongings until he pulled out a bott of allergy medication.
“Dr. Caldwell, I found it!” he announced triumphantly.
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I shook my head. “This medication is expired!”
I had been meticulous about my diet, but the sheer workload recently had made me overlook the expiration date. I had carried it in my bag for months without checking.
Now, my allergic reaction was worsening, and I was struggling to breathe.
But I had already died once. A little discomfort was nothing.
As soon as I finished speaking, a group of reporters barged into my office.
“Dr. Woodson, are you refusing to operate on Ms. Ward because of a personal grudge?”
“Dr. Woodson, how much of the money from those tests goes into your pocket?”
“Dr. Woodson, we’ve heard rumors about you and the hospital director. Care to comment?”
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