Все главы Forced to Heal, but I'm Actually a Forensic Doctor: Глава 1 - Глава 9

I had just finished reading the deceased patient's treatment report, and all I wanted was to get back to the lounge and collapse onto the bed.But as I turned the corner, a figure suddenly lunged in front of me and grabbed my arm."You! You! Stop right there!"I froze at the abrupt shout.Looking up, I saw a woman, perfectly made-up and decked out in designer clothes, holding out her hands to block me."You're a doctor, right? My son scraped his knee and is bleeding badly! You need to come with me and treat him now!"Before I could respond, she tried to drag me toward the treatment room.I had stayed up all night performing an autopsy, and so I was both mentally and physically exhausted. All I wanted was some rest.As a forensic pathologist, I wasn't even licensed to treat living patients.I waved my hands, trying to explain."Ma'am, I…"She cut me off sharply. "You're wearing a white coat, so aren't you a doctor? I saw you just standing there, doing nothing. You're clearly

"I'll treat him."Hendrick and Florence froze, and the crowd instantly went quiet.Florence's smug smile vanished in an instant. She hadn't expected me to "give in" so fast."Finally, you're acting like a proper doctor."She snorted, lifted her chin, and turned to lead the way.Hendrick shot me a sharp look as if to say, "Why didn't you just do this earlier?"I followed them to the VIP ward.A small crowd of onlookers had followed, eager to watch things unfold.Inside, I saw the supposedly "severely injured" child.He was perched on the bed with legs crossed. Leaning back on the bed, he was totally absorbed in his tablet. A tiny cartoon bandage covered his knee.There was not a hint of pain expressed on his face.Florence, noticing me staring at her son, went full drama mode. She pointed at the bandage and shrieked. "Look at him! Just look! Do you see how badly he's hurt? There's so much blood! You heartless monster! You almost ruined the critical window for treatment!"

"Don't waste your breath, Dr. Wyckoff."The guy grinned as he spoke in a voice that was low, but it carried down the corridor clearly enough for everyone to hear."From the moment you forced this forensic pathologist to apologize, I've been live-streaming the entire thing. I even came up with a title. Hospital Director Forces Forensic Pathologist to Perform Surgery on a Living Patient to Appease a Donor. Pretty catchy, huh?"Hendrick swayed on his feet, nearly collapsing.I slipped my phone back into my pocket and stepped toward him.Then, I stared straight into his eyes, which were full of panic and despair, and spoke slowly. "Dr. Wyckoff, in your eagerness to please a donor, you abused your authority, forced a non-clinical staff member to perform illegal medical procedures, and committed acts of personal and professional intimidation against me."I paused, letting the weight of my words sink in. Then my voice went even colder."The hospital administration and the local health

Daniel sidestepped her without so much as a flicker of concern."I'll repeat myself. I'm with the City Criminal Investigation Unit. I don't handle doctor-patient disputes."His voice was cold enough to cut glass as his eyes locked on Florence."I'm only asking who hit her."The sheer weight of his presence silenced Florence's wails. She shivered and instinctively tried to duck behind Douglas.A deadly silence fell over the ward.The hands of every onlooker seemed to move as if on cue. All of them pointed toward Florence, who was frozen in place.Douglas' face drained of color. He stashed his phone and forced a weak smile while stepping forward."Captain Lang, this was just a minor misunderstanding. My wife got a little emotional. I've already explained to Mr. Jones…""Mr. Cornerstone."Daniel cut him off, each word heavy as he said, "Your family member hit a member of our police force. This isn't a minor misunderstanding."He turned, pointing at the red, swollen mark on my f

"Word is, Florence completely lost it that day. She really thought her son was the only heir of the Crater family. Turns out, it was all a joke."I paused mid-bite, then popped a piece of meat into my mouth.Her supposed trump card had been a joke from the start.This world was never just black and white. I thought this chapter was closed, until that afternoon happened.I had just stepped out of the forensic center when the roar of an engine ripped through the air behind me. The sound grew louder as it closed in on me, carrying a reckless, almost desperate fury.I instinctively turned.A massive truck barreled straight toward me, and behind the wheel was Florence, her face twisted with rage and madness.In a flash, I dove to the side.With a loud boom, the truck roared past me, almost grazing my skin. It slammed into the metal guardrail, crumpling the front end. In the next second, smoke curled from the engine.Florence collapsed onto the steering wheel unconscious, blood