Chapter 119 Many People Care About You
The female doctor couldn't take it anymore and stood up to defend herself, "You got sick because of your promiscuous lifestyle, and we came here out of goodwill to treat you, yet you still curse at us! Serves you right!"
"You bitch, what did you say! Say it again if you dare! I don't have long to live anyway. I can drag you down to die with me."
As she spoke, she reached out to grab the female doctor's arm. The terrified female doctor quickly ran behind the male doctor, trembling and crying hysterically on the spot.
Brooklyn tried to calm the patient. "Please don't worry. We will definitely find a way to cure your leg. Let's discuss the treatment plan and then decide, okay?"
The female patient sneered. "You people are so hypocritical! You come here just to get media coverage and praise! Stop pretending!"
Brooklyn was already very impatient. "We don't have time to play with you. There are many patients waiting in line behind you. Please step aside."
Before the female patient's emotions could settle, a rough, hoarse male voice suddenly came from the back of the line. "You hypocrites! I will kill you all!"
A man in his early forties, holding a kitchen knife, was running towards them, shouting!
Brooklyn was shocked."What are you doing!!" Her voice cracked from the urgency, causing her throat to sting painfully.
The man swung the knife, ready to strike!
"I will kill you, bastards! You cheat people out of their money and lives. I will kill you all!"
Nathan quickly ran over and sternly shouted, "Tyler Anderson, put the knife down! These doctors came all the way from the big city to treat you; what are you doing? Put it down!"
Tyler's face was set with bloodshot eyes. He stared intently at the stunned doctors. "It's you! It's you! I sold my blood once at the hospital to treat my child, and I got this disease! My wife and child are dead! They're all dead!"
Brooklyn was stunned, realizing the situation.
"Sir, selling blood carries certain risks, but this cannot be definitively blamed on the doctors. The virus can lie dormant in the human body for up to twenty years. It could also be..."
"You bitch! What do you know? It's you! I will kill you! Avenge my wife and child!"
"Calm down... Ah!"
The kitchen knife slashed down! Brookly couldn't dodge in time. The strike landed directly on her left arm!
She felt a sharp, piercing pain in her arm, and crimson blood quickly soaked her white coat, dripping onto the ground. The wound was not visible, but the neat cut in her clothing indicated that her arm was likely crippled.
"Dr. Mitchell!"
The doctors who had been crouching behind rushed up to cover her arm. "Dr. Mitchell, hold on, we'll stop the bleeding right away!"
Brooklyn's eyebrows knitted tightly in pain.
Tyler, who had just attacked, dropped the knife to the ground, his face turning pale with fear. "I... I..."
"Tyler, if Dr. Mitchell's arm has any issues, you'll pay with your life!"
Nathan was clearly terrified as well. This was a renowned doctor from Aucester! Even if their village was torn down, they couldn't afford to compensate.
The female doctor, wiping her tears, cleaned the blood from Brooklyn's arm. "Dr. Mitchell..."
Brooklyn frowned and said, "I'm not dead yet, why are you crying?"
The crowd fell into a dead silence. Tyler knelt on the ground, his mouth quivering, unable to form a complete sentence. "I... I... I didn't know..."
Brooklyn, weak from the pain in her arm, asked, "What do you want to say? Do you want to take another swing?"
"No! No!"
"Then get up."
Tyler hesitated. "I..."
A nearby doctor scolded, "Get up! Move! Get lost!"
The male doctor's gloves were covered in Brooklyn's blood, and the veins on his forehead bulged. "Dr. Mitchell, your artery has been cut, and the bleeding won't stop; what should we do?"
Brooklyn was exasperated.
She almost forgot that these doctors were all hospital rookies with little experience and poor practical skills, only knowing to ask their mentor what to do in emergencies.
"Calm down, help me stop the bleeding first. Tell me, which artery is injured? Is it the main artery?"
"No."
"Then don't be afraid! Stop the bleeding, local anesthesia, suture the wound!"
"Dr. Mitchell, I'm scared."
Brooklyn was speechless with anger! She thought, 'These idiots, how could they be sent there to treat people?'
"Brooklyn!"
As the intern doctors fumbled, a clear voice suddenly cut through the crowd, followed by Zach striding over.
Brooklyn, her lips pale and dry, sat in the chair, her body already soaked in blood.
"What happened?!"
Zach knelt on one knee, his intense gaze fixed on Brooklyn's face. His heart felt like it was being torn apart!
"Dr. Carter, Dr. Mitchell's left arm artery was just cut."
"Get out of the way!"
The usually gentle Zach, in a fit of rage, cursed the clumsy male doctor away, pressing hard on her wound. He tore open Brooklyn's coat along the cut, revealing her pale arm covered in blood!
Zach said, "Don't be afraid; it's a side artery cut; hold on.
Then, he turned around, roaring, "What are you standing there for?! Anesthetic!"
"Okay."
Zach, sweating profusely, was even more infuriated by the doctors' foolish reactions. "Hemostatic needle!
"Suture needle! Hurry!"
As her arm was anesthetized, the pain slowly turned into numbness. Brooklyn was laid flat on a stretcher, looking up at Zach's sweaty face. "Dr. Carter, I guess I won't die this time."
"Don't talk; save your strength; it'll be over soon."
"This little injury is nothing to you. Why are you so nervous?"
"Because it's you who's hurt! Understand?"
Zach knelt on the ground, focused on suturing her wound. Without his strong technical experience, he would have lost his composure long ago.
"Me?"
Brooklyn smiled and looked at the sky.
She thought, 'How many more surprises does life have?'
Zach finished suturing her wound and wrapped it in gauze. "Brooklyn, do you know there are many people care about you?"
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