Chapter 2

"Didn't you say you wanted to save someone? What's kneeling down for a life?" Mrs. Peterson pulled out a handful of sunflower seeds and started cracking them.

I said in a low voice, "The student upstairs is a fresh, young life."

Chloe was indignant. "You wait. I'm going to report you."

I was secretly pleased; this was a godsend.

People like Mrs. Peterson, once they hear "report," would explode like a powder keg.

Sure enough, Mrs. Peterson directly flung sunflower seed shells onto our faces.

"I don't need him to kneel. You kneel for me, and I'll let you up."

Chloe's face turned beet red with anger. "You're just a filthy lowlife!"

Mrs. Peterson stomped her foot, sneering, "Aren't you supposed to be an angel in white? Well, someone's waiting for you to save them, so why aren't you doing it? You're just faking it!"

Chloe looked at me helplessly. I subtly shook my head.

Mrs. Peterson mocked, "I think all this talk about saving lives is fake. You just want to show off in front of this man."

I was about to say something when a frantic voice interrupted me.

A student came flying down the stairs, panting heavily, and stumbled in front of Mrs. Peterson.

"Peterson, she's really not doing well."

Mrs. Peterson pulled her arm away. "Even so, we have to follow the rules."

The student stomped her foot anxiously. "Peterson, the one who's sick is..."

Mrs. Peterson put on a business-like face. "Even if it were my own parents, we'd still have to follow the rules."

The student looked at me with pleading eyes, then rushed to the door.

"Doctor, please come in! My roommate is really bad. I'll open the door for you."

With that, she lunged at the door to open it.

Mrs. Peterson grabbed her, gave her a shove, and the young girl's body hit the ground like a ragdoll.

We all gasped.

"My hand hurts so much," the girl's face was contorted in pain.

"Can't you keep your hands off men? Wanting to open the door for him, you're truly shameless!"

Seeing the pained expression on the student's face, I felt a pang of pity.

The female student struggled to her feet. "Peterson, the one upstairs waiting to be rescued is Hai..."

Before she could finish, Mrs. Peterson interrupted her again.

"Get back to your room, or I'll give you a major disciplinary warning!"

I couldn't stand it anymore and shot back, "What authority do you have to give out disciplinary warnings? You're just a dorm supervisor!"

Hearing me, the student plucked up her courage.

"Exactly! I'll tell my parents you pushed me like this! And, the one waiting upstairs is Hailey Peterson!"

Mrs. Peterson's face flushed with anger when she heard the student mention telling her parents.

But when she heard that the one needing rescue was Hailey, her face instantly went ashen.

"What? Hailey is sick? You silly girl! Why didn't you say anything sooner?"

No more nonsense this time. She immediately flung open the door, glaring fiercely at me.

"You're entering the girls' dorm, so keep your eyes to yourself. Don't even think about looking around, or I'll call the police!"

"If Hailey doesn't make it, I won't let you get away with it!"

There was no elevator in the dorm building, so we had to climb.

Mrs. Peterson kept ranting behind us, "Can't you go any faster?"

"You're a man, and you're running so slowly? Are you even a man?"

I scoffed, "If you hadn't blocked us, we'd have been treating her already. This is all on you."

"If you really wanted to save her, you would have knelt for me already. You're not genuinely trying to save anyone, and you still have the nerve to call yourselves doctors and nurses!"

The dorm was on the seventh floor. I was already out of breath and didn't have the energy to deal with someone like her.

Good thing her every word and action had been recorded. This time, let's see how she tries to manipulate public opinion and cyberbully me!

The dorm room door was wide open. I quietly reminded Chloe, "Keep the camera rolling."

The girl lying on the ground was still conscious. Hearing the sound, she weakly fluttered her eyes open and looked at me. "Why is it a male doctor? I want a lady doctor."

Chloe tried to reassure her. "Sweetie, your situation is very serious right now."

I said in a deep voice, "In our eyes, there are only patients, not genders."

"But I don't even have a boyfriend yet! How can a male doctor touch me?"

Mrs. Peterson said anxiously, "Oh, daughter, stop talking!"

She shoved me. "What are you standing there for? Do something!"