One Second to Justice
After my daughter was seriously injured in a car accident and suffered heavy bleeding, she was rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment.
When it was time to sign the surgical consent form, the nurse suddenly snapped the medical file shut and pressed it down firmly.
"Hospital regulations state that only immediate family members can sign the surgical consent form. What proof do you have that you are the child's father?"
I was stunned. "She is my biological daughter. Do I still need to prove it to you?"
The nurse retorted, "Birth certificates can be forged. How do we know the child wasn't abducted by you? If you cannot prove it, we cannot proceed with the surgery."
Seeing the nurse's self-righteous expression, I trembled with anger.
"I am signing the surgical consent form for my own biological daughter. Do I need to provide DNA evidence as well?"
She curled her lip. "These are hospital regulations. We are being responsible for the patient. If you cannot prove the child is yours, we will report you to the police for child trafficking."
After saying that, she actually called security to report it and loudly accused me of being a human trafficker.
Report me to the police?
I took out my police uniform from my bag and put it on.
I'd show her what a split-second response was.