Chapter 501 Her Name Is Not for You to Discuss
Outside the hospital, a crowd surged, with hundreds of people holding signs and banners, their blood-red letters screaming accusations. The banners were poorly made, and the words were even worse.
The sight of the large banners was already difficult to stomach, let alone the curses spilling from the mouths of the crowd.
So, when Arabella arrived at the hospital early in the morning and saw the scene, she was completely stunned!
A massive throng of people, like a flood, crowded the hospital entrance. Each person wore white mourning clothes, the men with white hats, and the women with white headbands. The contrast of their black hair against the white clothes made them look like terrifying beasts, roaring and crying.
"What the... Damn it! What's going on?"
Arabella was utterly confused. She had dragged herself out of bed despite feeling weak, skipped breakfast, and rushed to the hospital without even checking her phone.
She had walked right into a sea of white.
Damn it, this was terrifying.
Jake followed her, always clean and composed, his calm demeanor never wavering. Seeing the crowd, his eyebrows furrowed slightly. "These people move fast. They're here early. It looks like the deceased was someone important."
At least it was clear that this ordinary worker was involved in something unusual.
Arabella glanced at him, "Stop being sarcastic. What's going on?"
"You didn't see the news? Another patient died at our hospital. Dr. Mitchell and Dr. Carter tried to save him, but he passed away last night."
"What did you say?"
Arabella's mind cleared instantly. She quickly pulled out her phone, her fingers flying over the news pages, her mouth opening wide, "God! How is this possible? The patient had already left the operating table! How could this happen?"
Ignoring Arabella's shocked expression, Jake strode up the steps.
Arabella clutched her forehead, "Dr. Mitchell fell ill trying to save him, and he still died! And these people dare to come after Dr. Mitchell? If I don't go after them, it's a huge favor!"
After venting, Arabella hurried up the steps. The hospital lobby was filled with dozens of security guards to prevent the crowd from suddenly rushing in and harming the medical staff.
"Dr. Mitchell is still in her room. How can she rest with this happening? She fainted in the operating room; it's heartbreaking."
"Dr. Mitchell signed the surgery consent form for the patient. This is serious. Now that the patient is dead, the blame might fall on Dr. Mitchell."
"Not just that. The patient had an accident at the construction site. If it's ruled as a fall, the site has to take responsibility. But if the death is blamed on a failed surgery, the site doesn't have to pay, and our hospital will have to, along with Dr. Mitchell…"
Hearing the nurses and doctors gossiping, Arabella shouted angrily, "What are you talking about? Do you think you can gossip without consequences? Dr. Mitchell's situation isn't something you can just discuss! If you don't want to work here, get out before the hospital kicks you out!"
Arabella's outburst silenced everyone. They returned to their posts, some cautiously watching the commotion, afraid to miss any details.
Arabella pushed her hair back, revealing her smooth forehead, and scratched it forcefully.
Damn it, what a mess. One problem after another.
As Arabella waited for the elevator, she saw Zach coming in, wearing his white coat. Zach's expression was even worse than Arabella's; his usual calm demeanor was replaced by a heavy anger.
"Dr. Carter, you're here early." He had already changed, so he must have been here for a while.
Zach nodded, standing silently by the elevator.
Arabella, thinking about his recent date, hesitated before asking, "Dr. Carter, where did you go yesterday?"
Zach replied casually, "Met a friend. Why? Do you need something?"
"Ah? No, nothing. We were driving together yesterday, but I missed a light and lost you. Just curious."
Arabella tried to hide her curiosity and embarrassment, afraid he'd notice, but also afraid he wouldn't.
Zach nodded, "The elevator's here."
"Oh? Right… okay."
Arabella was frustrated with herself. Why did she always get tongue-tied around Zach?
She was so disappointed in herself!
The elevator quickly filled with people. Arabella and Zach both reached to press the buttons. Zach pressed the floor for the VIP rooms, while Arabella pressed the eighth floor. Their hands brushed against each other.
Zach didn't seem to notice, quietly watching the numbers change.
Arabella smiled foolishly at her hand, wishing she could wrap it up and never wash it again.
Finally, Zach was alone in the elevator. He walked out and headed straight to Brooklyn's room, hearing voices before he entered.
"Brooklyn, I saw the news. The lawyer will handle it. I saw the crowd downstairs and recorded a video as Sebastian instructed. It'll be evidence later, so we haven't dispersed them yet."
Zach recognized Quinn's voice and understood. With Sebastian's skills, making these people disappear would be easy. He must have a plan.
"Quinn, stay out of this. Just handle your own affairs. The hospital is investigating the cause of the patient's sudden death." Brooklyn's voice was calm and steady, as if nothing could shake her anymore.
That was good.
But hearing the word "death," Zach paused. Was the patient's death not due to surgical failure or recovery issues? Was there something else?
Then he heard Sebastian's voice, "No matter the outcome, I won't let you be slandered. Just focus on recovering."
The three people reacted differently to this. Quinn felt embarrassed, remembering his past attempts to pursue Brooklyn.
Brooklyn smiled but didn't respond.
Zach felt a pang of sadness.
Knocking on the door, Zach's tall figure stood outside, "Is this a bad time?"
Brooklyn smiled and welcomed him, "Of course not, come in."
Sebastian nodded at him, and Quinn waved.
"How are you feeling? Better? I spoke to your doctor. Thankfully, there's no worsening. You need to rest."
"Don't worry. I'm not dealing with the outside. I need to focus on my health."
As they talked, Sebastian's phone rang. He stepped onto the balcony, lowering his voice.
"A lawsuit? When?"
"Okay, I understand."
"Have the lawyer prepare the documents… No buts. Whether it's settled privately or in court, I must win."
"Go now."
They heard Sebastian's keywords, and Zach asked directly, "Are they suing?"
Sebastian put down his phone, his eyes filled with disdain. "Yes, they're claiming Brooklyn signed the consent form without the family's approval."
Zach pondered, "I suspected this. The evidence, the outcome, and public opinion are all against Brooklyn. People's first reaction is to support the deceased, especially since he was a regular worker, which easily garners sympathy."
Sebastian nodded, "Not just that. Do you know who this worker was?"
Zach shook his head, "No, who?"
Sebastian pointed to the balcony railing, "He worked at Simon's construction site in the West District."
Zach's eyes narrowed, blinking hard, "So Simon will definitely use his influence to make a big deal out of this. No wonder there's so much support for a regular worker."
Sebastian glanced at Brooklyn, speaking softly, "We can't let her know. She can't handle the stress."
"I understand. What's your plan? Brooklyn signing without family consent is strong evidence against her. Even if the patient survived, she'd still be responsible for acting without permission."
Zach's breath was heavy. This situation was dire for her.
Sebastian exhaled sharply, "What do you think the success rate of the surgery was? What's the likelihood of sudden death?"
Zach rubbed his chin, recalling the patient's condition during and after surgery, "Personally, I don't think sudden death was likely. The success rate was about eighty percent."
Hearing this, Sebastian's eyes brightened. "With an eighty percent chance, this isn't simple."
Zach asked, "What do you mean? Did you think of something?"
Sebastian looked at Brooklyn, his eyes filled with gentle warmth, "I trust Brooklyn wouldn't risk signing without reason. The patient had a good chance of survival. Sudden death must be due to external factors."
Zach's eyes lit up. "So, what's your plan?"
Sebastian's gaze was firm, his dark eyes filled with determination, "Autopsy. To cause a comatose patient's death, there are many methods, but the simplest is injecting drugs through the IV. Would the patient survive?"
Zach felt a chill. "So someone tampered with this?"
Sebastian's lips curled, "What do you think?"
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