Chapter 187 Let's Get a Divorce As Soon As Possible
Sebastian went quiet, his eyes locked on her, sinking deeper the longer he stared.
"Go to work. You'll find out soon enough," he said.
Brooklyn stepped out of the car, looking confused.
Why had things gotten so weird between them? They'd never had a conversation like this before. It was totally off from their usual dynamic and their failing marriage.
She shook her head, letting out a bitter laugh. What new game was Sebastian playing now? Was he giving her hope just to crush it later?
Yeah, he was addictive; once you got hooked, you couldn't let go. She couldn't afford to get hooked again.
She would get this divorce done ASAP.
Just as she got to the hospital, Brooklyn's phone rang. "Dr. Mitchell, the coronary heart disease patient from last time finds his condition's suddenly worsened. Please come immediately."
"On my way!" She stuffed her phone in her pocket, grabbed her bag, and rushed to the ward without even changing.
"Vitals!" Brooklyn called out as she arrived.
"BP 85/40, pulse 70, breathing normal, but oxygen saturation's dropping, and he's having trouble breathing."
Brooklyn tossed her bag onto a chair, checked the patient's eyelids, and leaned in to listen to his breathing and heartbeat. This didn't make sense; he only had coronary heart disease, so why was this happening?
The patient's family stood nearby, trembling and crying, begging Brooklyn to save him. Brooklyn couldn't find anything wrong with his heart.
From all the running around, her abdomen started cramping, and she cursed herself for never treating her menstrual pain despite being a doctor.
"What did he do before his condition worsened?" Brooklyn asked urgently, sweat forming on her forehead.
A family member, panicked, explained, "He got up, went to the bathroom, and took his meds. Oh, he wanted fruit, so I peeled an orange for him. After eating it, he suddenly got like this."
The assistant doctor looked at Brooklyn, puzzled by the sudden deterioration.
But Brooklyn knew!
"Stand down," Brooklyn ordered, motioning for the other doctors to step back. She climbed onto the bed and pressed down hard on the patient's stomach and intestines with both hands, gradually increasing the pressure.
The patient suddenly vomited, a piece of unchewed orange flying out of his mouth.
With the orange dislodged from his esophagus, the patient's breathing returned to normal. He looked around, confused. "What happened?"
Brooklyn got off the bed, scolding him sternly, "I told you, your condition only allows for a liquid diet. Yet you still ate an orange? Do you want to end up in the surgical ward?"
The patient turned pale. "Dr. Mitchell, I'm sorry. I just had a craving. I've been on a liquid diet for days; it was unbearable."
The family member also apologized profusely, "It's our fault."
Brooklyn added, "You were supposed to have three more days on a liquid diet, but now you'll need another week."
"A week? Can it be five days?" the patient tried to bargain.
"Eight days," Brooklyn said firmly.
The patient didn't argue further. "Yes, Dr. Mitchell. A week it is."
Brooklyn's lower abdomen was in severe pain, sweat beading on her face. The other doctors thought it was because she was too tense with the patient.
"Dr. Mitchell is exhausted. Next time, follow the doctors' instructions. Let her rest; contact me if needed," another doctor said to the patient.
Brooklyn picked up her bag and walked away, hearing whispers behind her, "Dr. Mitchell was so cool!"
Back in her office, Brooklyn brewed a cup of milk for herself. She had only drunk half of it when Piper approached.
Seeing Piper out of the corner of her eye, Brooklyn furrowed her brow. If Piper was here, it couldn't be good news.
"Everyone, listen up. I have something important to tell you," Piper said, holding a document in one hand and casually keeping the other in her pocket.
Sienna and Ellie exchanged glances while Brooklyn slowly sipped her milk, ignoring everything else.
Piper cast a sidelong glance at Brooklyn, continuing with disdain, "In a few days, the city council will be inspecting our hospital. It's a big deal, with the departments of cardiology, neurology, oncology, and several others being the focus."
Brooklyn found it boring. What was the point of the inspection?
Just as she was silently criticizing, Piper lightly coughed, "Dr. Mitchell, come with me."
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