Doctor's Night Shift: Comments Warn of Murder のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

The woman's voice suddenly rose, her cries growing more frantic. "Please stop asking so many questions, Dr. Chapman! Just get here first. I'll call 911 as soon as we hang up! My husband is barely hanging on!"I furrowed my brows. "I'm sorry, but I can walk you through assessing his condition and arrange for emergency services immediately. I'm not permitted to leave my post and make an unauthorized house call."The woman's voice flashed with anger, her words cutting deep. "Are you doctors so indifferent now? You all go on TV every day saying that you're miracle workers, but when someone's life is in danger, you actually refuse to help!""You need to work with me here. If the patient stops breathing, you have to start chest compressions immediately.""I'm not a doctor! I have no idea how to do that!""I'll teach you—""I can't figure it out! I know your hospital is just close by! Please just come to the hospital, Dr. Chapman! I swear I won't blame you for anything that happens!"I

It was 1:47 am, and the ambulance and police arrived at Azure Residences one after the other. I had already handed my duties over to the next doctor. I was asked by the police to meet them at the entrance of the residential complex and provide the recording, so I went there in a car arranged by hospital security.Michael had come too. He looked utterly displeased when he looked at me. "You'd better keep quiet later and not make the situation worse, Bryson."I remained silent.Arthur Simmons, the police officer, looked over my recording and dispatch records first. He then asked, "Have you been at the hospital the entire time?""Yes, I have. You can verify it by checking the surveillance footage in the ER."Officer Simmons nodded in understanding.We followed the property manager into the elevator.Michael lowered his voice and said, "Go check the patient first when we get in, and don't let them claim our medical staff are cold-blooded, Bryson."I looked at him and said, "I'm n

I recounted everything that had happened at the police station, starting with the first call at 1:16 am. I asked about the patient's consciousness, breathing, and chest pain, but the caller dodged the important questions. I told her to call 911, but she demanded that I make a house call on my own.I used the hospital's landline to call 911 on her behalf and reported the matter to the police. I never left the hospital during my shift. I remained at the hospital throughout my shift and only went to the residential complex entrance to submit the evidence after handing over my shift, as the police had requested.Jasmine arrived as well, bringing the duty log system, the ER lobby surveillance footage timestamps, and the landline call logs. She informed Officer Simmons, saying, "Dr. Chapman was standing beside the triage desk when he answered the call. He remained in the ER area the whole time and never left his post without permission."Officer Simmons asked me, "What made you suspect so

Sophia sat on a bench outside the police station, her hands shaking uncontrollably. She explained that she had rushed back from the next town over during the night. She had blamed me as well when she initially learned about Henry's death.She lowered her head and muttered, "I thought you just refused to go when I initially saw everything said in the group chat. I kept wondering if things might have turned out differently if you'd gotten there sooner."I remained silent.Sophia looked up, her eyes completely bloodshot. "The police walked me through the timeline afterward. Henry was already gone by the time you picked up that call."She covered her face, her voice breaking. "I'm sorry…"Sophia said those words so softly, but I heard them perfectly clearly.I had met Henry before, when he'd come to the clinic for some chest pain for a follow-up coronary artery check. I was on duty that day, and he had asked me many questions about his report. I even gave him a consultation card for

Henry's memorial service was brief and simple.I didn't attend it.Sophia sent me a photo of a bouquet of white flowers, with a silver-gray pillbox and a folded consultation card from the chest pain center with its frayed corners. Henry's handwriting was scrawled on the back. [Call 911 first for chest pain.]I stared at those words for a long time, my eyes suddenly filling with tears. Henry had remembered after all. He wasn't the one who had forgotten how to value life; it was the person who had used his medical history as a for her plan.It was a few days later when Mabel's uncle reached out to me. He didn't come pounding on my door. He sent me a very polite message instead. [Mabel did lose her head for a moment, but she's never been in a good mental state, and the trouble in her marriage has been going on for a long time. Could you write a brief statement saying Mabel was just acting out of panic and didn't mean to frame you, Dr. Chapman?]I replied, [Mabel had a draft on her