Chapter 3

Even knowing what this mother and daughter were like, I was a doctor; I couldn't just stand by and let a patient die.

After a quick examination, I turned to Chloe and said, "Alright, let's get her onto the ambulance."

Mrs. Peterson trailed right on my heels. "Is Hailey okay? You've treated her, so why go to the hospital? You're not just trying to milk us for money, are you?"

I stopped walking. "She's out of immediate danger, but she needs further observation."

She muttered quietly, "I know your type. You just want us to spend more money."

At the hospital, after further checks, it was confirmed by noon that Hailey Peterson was fine.

Chloe breathed a sigh of relief. "It was a bumpy road, but at least we saved her."

Mrs. Peterson was not happy. "Hailey was fine already! You insisted on dragging her to the hospital just to make us spend more money!"

"I'm discharging her!"

I subtly signaled to Chloe to keep recording. Only after she nodded did I speak.

"Keeping the patient hospitalized is to ensure she's completely out of danger. If you want to discharge her now, you'll need to sign a liability waiver for us."

As soon as Mrs. Peterson heard "liability waiver," she refused point-blank. "A waiver? I'm not signing it!"

I was all business. "Then she needs to remain under observation in the hospital for another week."

Mrs. Peterson immediately threw herself onto the floor, wailing loudly, "This hospital is bullying people!"

Soon, a crowd gathered. Seeing people arrive, Mrs. Peterson put even more effort into her performance!

"This hospital is trying to extort money! Hailey wants to leave, but they won't let her!"

Was I going to let her twist the facts?

I looked around and said loudly, "According to regulations, she needs to stay for a full week. This is for the patient's own good."

Mrs. Peterson scrambled to her feet, lowered her head, and bumped into me. "Bullshit rules! You just want to make money!"

I let her bump me, but I didn't reach out.

"You can be discharged, just sign the liability waiver."

The people around us also chimed in, "Yeah, you have to follow the rules! If you don't sign the waiver and something happens, who's responsible?"

I held the waiver out to Mrs. Peterson, enunciating each word. "Ma'am, aren't you the one who values rules the most? Sign it."

Mrs. Peterson glared at me, gritting her teeth. She snatched it, tore it into pieces in a flash, and tossed them into the air.

"I'm not signing!"

With the drama over, the crowd started to disperse.

After Chloe sent me the video, she asked worriedly, "Dr. Stone, do you think Mrs. Peterson will pull another stunt?"

I smirked sarcastically. "Just wait."

Sure enough, the next day, Chloe rushed to find me. "Dr. Stone, that dorm manager ran off with her daughter!"

Nothing these two could do would surprise me.

"Were the fees paid?"

Chloe checked and said indignantly, "She still owes $500."

I immediately transferred $500. "I'll cover it for her."

After Chloe completed the transaction, she said sincerely, "Dr. Stone, you're too kind."

I just smiled faintly and said nothing.

It wasn't that I was stupidly rich; that $500, along with those videos, would all come in handy later!

After waiting a few days, this good-for-nothing mother and daughter didn't show up again. I even thought they wouldn't reappear.

Just as I was lamenting that my prepared videos would go to waste, Chloe rushed in, panting.

"Dr. Stone, you need to come out! That dorm manager is causing a scene!"

I put down the patient's chart and ran out, only to see the main lobby packed with people.

Mrs. Peterson's voice could carry for miles.

"Hailey was treated by this quack doctor, and now she has complications!"