Chapter 3

The next day, I was packing my luggage when the department director suddenly called.

When I arrived at the hospital, the office door was already surrounded by people.

Things came flying at me. Before I could react, someone raised a bottle of sulfuric acid and threw it at me.

Though I dodged to the side, the liquid still splashed onto the back of my hand, sending searing pain through it.

"Quack! My child went to the ICU after taking your medicine! Give me back my child's life!"

Heart-wrenching wails filled the entire corridor.

My head buzzed.

After all these years, I'd always been meticulous with my work, never making mistakes.

How could a child possibly have ended up in the ICU from taking the wrong medication I prescribed?

Enduring the chaos and the stinging pain in my hand, I pulled up the surveillance footage.

In the video, Chris secretly switched out the medication I'd prescribed for the child.

My entire body went cold. I headed straight for his ward.

Eva was feeding him soup, her movements gentle.

"Chris!"

Eva immediately stood up, using her body to block him: "What are you doing?"

A posture of absolute protection, as if terrified I might do something to him.

From beginning to end, she never noticed I was still injured.

Suppressing my fury, I shoved my phone in front of her face.

Eva glanced at it, her expression abnormally cold.

"Chris didn't do it on purpose. He probably just accidentally grabbed the wrong medicine."

"You're the doctor. You bear ultimate responsibility for the patient. Consider this a lesson. It's lucky no one died. In fact, you should be thanking Chris."

Any reasonable person could see this was deliberate switching, deliberate framing!

Yet for Chris's sake, she lied with her eyes wide open.

"Fine. We'll let the police decide."

The moment the word "police" left my mouth, Chris immediately dropped to his knees before me, tears streaming down his face.

"George, I really didn't mean to! The two bottles looked similar—I accidentally mixed them up. Please don't call the police!"

Eva immediately helped him up, glaring at me.

"George, do you have to be so petty? If you're going to report him, report me too! I was the one who told him to get the medicine!"

"Hospitals mix up medications all the time, don't they? If you really pursue this, it changes the whole nature of it. Are you trying to destroy him?"

As she spoke, she snatched the medicine bottle from my hand.

She raised it high, her face showing ruthless determination.

"You're saying the child got sick from this medicine? Then today I'll destroy it! Without evidence, let's see how you investigate!"

My pupils constricted sharply: "Don't!"

That bottle contained medication to repair her uterus!

The formula was difficult to compound. If she smashed it, her uterus might truly be beyond saving!

But she'd already swung her arm down without a moment's hesitation.

"Crash!"

The bottle shattered, pills scattering across the floor.

She lifted her foot and ground them beneath her shoe until they became dirty powder.

In that moment, my heart was ground to pieces along with them.

Looking at her again, I saw her tightly embracing Chris.

All my boiling emotions suddenly drained away completely.

I took a deep breath, my voice terrifyingly calm.

"Fine, Eva. I hope you won't regret this."