Code Red: I Won't Touch Pregnant Cases

Adam smirked, adding fuel to the fire.

Cody, who had been holding onto my sleeve, begging me to save his daughter, now glared at me with fury.

"So it's you! And you had the nerve to stand there putting on an act, pretending you could save my daughter? Were you planning to get your hands on her too? I'll make sure you regret this!"

Adam snorted and patted his chest confidently. "Don't worry. We'll make sure he doesn't touch the patient. I'll treat her myself."

Looking at Cody's cold stare and Adam's sycophantic grin, I couldn't help but feel disgusted.

Yeah, I was quitting anyway. What did it matter to me?

I turned to leave, but Selena quickly caught up, ordering, "George, Dr. Walsh needs to prepare for surgery. Go get ready. I reassigned you. I didn't ask you to loaf around the hospital."

Upon hearing that, Adam deliberately threw the medical records on the floor. The papers were scattered everywhere.

He raised an eyebrow and said, "George, please pick these up and organize them. Oh, by the way, I'm a bit of a clean freak. Don't touch them with your hands. I find you disgusting.

"After that, go make me a cup of coffee. It has to be hand-poured, and the temperature should be exactly 149 degrees Fahrenheit. The attending doctor needs to stay alert, don't you think?"

I sneered. "Fine, I'll get it for you."

I bent down to pick up the papers, but instead of using my sleeve like Adam requested, I shoved the stack of medical records into his chest.

Before he could react, I grabbed his collar and delivered a punch to his ribs. I didn't let go until he doubled over in pain.

"You've lost it, George Stewart! Stop!"

But I didn't listen. I lifted my knee and drove it straight into his face.

It wasn't until a cold syringe pressed against my neck that I stopped.

"How dare you lay hands on him? Do you want to get fired?" Selena asked coldly.

My back froze with dread.

She was actually willing to go this far for Adam.

Over the years, she had never let personal feelings affect her work.

Even when I was injured by a drunk patient in the ER last year, she calmly reassured the family, saying, "It's normal for healthcare workers to get hurt sometimes."

This was the first time I'd seen her lose composure, and it was all for another man.

I squatted down and slowly gathered the scattered records, sorting them by page number.

Adam deliberately kicked the neatly stacked papers again, scattering them. "You can't even handle something this simple. No wonder you got demoted to caregiver."

The edge of a paper cut my finger, drawing blood, but Selena acted like she didn't see it. "You deserve this!"

She then stomped directly on my hand. The pain was unbearable. The humiliation lasted for 20 minutes before finally ending.

Finally, he waved me off impatiently, telling me to go make coffee.

It was impossible to get to the exact temperature, but I knew he wouldn't be able to tell.

He hadn't even tested the patient for allergies before jumping straight into surgery.

One of my former assistants asked, "Dr. Stewart, wasn't this surgery supposed to be really difficult?"

"Yes, but it's no longer my concern." I gave a brief response and turned to head to Reed's office.

My hand was injured from the stomping, so I couldn't perform any fine surgeries for the time being. Even if I wanted to, I simply couldn't.

The day I was cleaning out my desk, Adam smugly said, "Honestly, George, I don't know what to tell you. You couldn't even handle such a simple case? It's all solved the moment I step in.

"That patient from yesterday came from a wealthy family in Eldoria. They even gave me a bonus and a plaque!"

Selena wrapped her arm around his, mocking me. "If we had let him treat the patient, she probably would have ended up in the ICU, and the whole department would be punished."

I paused, remembering Cody from yesterday, who had begged me to save his daughter.

But the truth was, Adam hadn't cured her.

The root cause was never addressed, and that surgery had only treated the symptoms. The problem would resurface sooner or later.

I grabbed my things and said as I walked out, "Well, congratulations to you both."

At the hospital entrance, I brushed past the investigation team sent by the State Health Department.

The lead official spoke hurriedly before Reed could even offer a greeting. "This is the fourth misdiagnosis already! I can't believe your hospital is still treating these as routine cases! Where's the doctor who handled the initial case? I want them on the attending team immediately!"

Meanwhile, I calmly got into a cab heading to the airport. This mess was no longer mine to clean up.