Chapter 3

I was half-asleep when the call jolted me awake.

I pinched my arm hard, trying to stay calm.

"Director! I swear I didn’t!"

"I believe you. You’re not the type to commit such a rookie error. But check your phone. A pregnant woman just filed a complaint against you.

"The hospital is treating this very seriously. So be on your phone 24/7."

I immediately opened YouTube, and the very first video staring back at me was Mira.

She held up her ID card, her face deadly serious.

"My name is Mira, and I’m filing a public complaint against Emily Quint, a radiologist at St. Mary’s General Hospital in Westbridge.

“Yesterday, I went in for abdominal pain. She failed to inform me that pregnant women should not undergo radiology exams. Because of her negligence, the child I’ve been waiting for now has to be aborted. Otherwise, there’s a high risk that the baby would be born disabled.

“I demand two million dollars in emotional damages."

The video had gone up at nine last night. By now, it already had over a million likes and shares.

I opened the comments section. Netizens were furious, all siding with her and demanding justice.

Though a few of my former patients tried to defend me.

[When I went to Dr. Quint for an exam, she was very thoughtful. She even gave me extra shielding because she knew I’d had thyroid surgery.]

[Are you sure you’ve got the right person? When I went in, the first thing she asked was whether I was pregnant or trying to get pregnant.]

However, Mira had replied under each of those comments with the same line.

[How much did she pay you to say that? Don’t you feel guilty making dirty money?]

The hospital’s official website even posted a statement saying they’d investigate and give Mira a formal response as soon as possible.

However, Mira wasn’t buying it and fired back in the comments.

[I want Emily to compensate me now! Immediately!

[Everyone knows hospitals are full of insiders covering for each other. You’re all in on it! Don’t think you can stall until this blows over!]

Her followers echoed her words. Then one comment exploded across the feed.

[My sister works at this hospital. I won’t say which department, but she told me that Emily already handed in her resignation yesterday morning.]

[This woman’s guilty! She’s running away!]

That was the last straw.

I went straight to Mira’s account and commented, [You claim I gave you this exam? Then show actual evidence. Without proof, you’re just chasing clout and stirring up conflict between doctors and patients!]

Almost instantly, Mira’s noisy posts across platforms went silent.

An hour later, she finally replied to my comment.

[I’m not falling into your trap. Why should I hand over evidence just because you demand it?]

Public opinion began to shift. Netizens mocked her beneath the reply.

[Stop throwing around big words you don’t even understand! You’re the one accusing her. If you don’t produce evidence, who should?]

When I refreshed the page again, her reply to me had already been deleted.

Just when I thought the storm was finally over, Mira suddenly posted again on social media two days later.

[Here’s the evidence you’ve all been asking for.]