Chapter 112 It Wasn't Me Who Saved Her
James didn't stay overnight at Olivia's house. He still spent the night across from JZL Medical Hall.
He slept until eight the next morning. After yawning and washing up, he was about to go downstairs for breakfast when the phone rang sharply.
James picked it up and quickly heard Daniel's excited voice.
"James, something's wrong. Darrell has been poisoned again."
Poisoned again?
What bad luck.
James quickly grabbed his coat and rushed to JZL Medical Hall. Soon, he appeared in the temporary clinic.
He found Darrell lying in a chair with a darkened face, breathing rapidly and with pale cheeks, just like the previous two times.
Daniel and Natalie were very anxious.
He was indeed poisoned.
James quickly used silver needles to detoxify Darrell. After half an hour of effort, Darrell woke up, vomiting profusely.
This time, James examined the vomit before letting Daniel dispose of it.
"Mr. Williams, what exactly is going on?" Natalie looked at James with a worried face. "Why does he get poisoned every few days?"
James washed his hands. "Daniel, did you go to Darrell's house yesterday?"
Daniel nodded repeatedly. "I did, and I brought an inspector. We didn't find any issues with Darrell's water or food."
Natalie spread her hands out. "Yeah, there's no way there could be a problem with our water or food."
James thought of the vomit earlier and then asked Darrell and Natalie, "Has Darrell taken any pills recently?"
"Pills?" Natalie was first stunned, then shivered. "Yes. He's been taking VitaliCalm recently."
"What! " Darrell was taken aback, "My son brought those blood-boosting pills directly from the factory. They can't be poisonous."
James suddenly looked up. " VitaliCalm? Can you show them to me?"
"Wait a moment." Natalie ran home and soon returned, panting, handing James a box. "James, it's this one."
She was worried about any side effects.
James took a look. It was a box without a label, with only 'VitaliCalm' and 'CF Clinic' written crudely on it.
Opening the box, there were six compartments, three of which contained black pills, while the other three were empty, obviously taken by Darrell.
James asked, "Where did you get these pills?"
Natalie hesitated.
Darrell took over the conversation. "There's nothing to hide."
"My son works at a small pharmaceutical company, where they produce medical products. This pill is a new product they're planning to launch next month. He knows I've been having health issues, so he brought home a box for me to try. I've been taking one every morning. I don't really feel anything different except for a slight sensation of warmth."
Darrell then turned to James. "Is there something wrong with this product, James?"
Natalie was extremely nervous. "Is the poisoning because of it?"
"Not sure yet." James thought for a moment and said, "Darrell, if you trust me, leave the pills with me. I'll have them tested. I'll pay you whatever you paid for them."
He looked at the label, which was from Addison's CF Clinic.
Darrell waved his hand. "You don't have to pay me. My son didn't pay for these either."
He worked at the pharmaceutical factory, earning a modest salary, with the only perk being the occasional box of products.
He had been taking them for years without any issues.
James asked, "Which pharmaceutical factory does your son work at?"
Darrell replied, "I think it's in the suburbs, called EnerGen PharmaTech."
While James hesitated about whether to inform Addison, Rosewood City's First Hospital was in chaos.
Gabriella's condition had been stable last night, but this morning, it suddenly deteriorated, with all major life indicators falling into the danger zone.
The beeping alarms sounded one after another.
"What's going on? Everything was perfectly fine last night. How did it turn out like this by morning?" Katherine, who had rushed over, had a grave look on her face. "What exactly went wrong?"
"We don't know either."
"Yeah, we've been monitoring the patient. No one touched her, and everything was done according to the doctor's instructions."
"It could be the patient's condition worsening, but this is too bizarre. The situation just plummeted suddenly."
"This is approaching the severe condition right after the car accident. We need to operate immediately."
A dozen doctors wiped the sweat from their foreheads, each offering their own suggestions.
"The situation is very dangerous. Operating now carries great risk. We must stabilize her condition first."
Katherine examined the data, then glanced at Gabriella, her face changing. "Why are there only eight needles left? Where's the ninth one? Who removed it?"
She noticed that Gabriella only had eight silver needles left on her body.
"We don't know. We didn't remove it."
"Maybe the needle fell out because it wasn't stable, or it fell out due to the patient's own movements."
Several doctors responded with bewildered expressions.
Katherine scrutinized the situation closely, then bent down to pick up a silver needle from the floor. "It appears this one accidentally fell out. With one needle missing, the effectiveness of the acupuncture treatment is significantly compromised. That's probably why the condition couldn't be kept in check, leading to the patient's deterioration. But not to worry, Lydia can reinsert the needles."
Katherine quickly made a decision and called out to Lydia in the ward, "Lydia, reapply the needles to stabilize the patient's condition. I'll arrange for other doctors to perform the surgery."
Lydia's face was pale, her hands and feet trembling, filled with regret.
She was the one who removed the needle.
When she came to the ward in the morning, thinking about James's warning not to remove the needles, Lydia felt defiant and secretly removed one, causing the alarms to go off.
Now, she was being put on the spot.
"Lydia, what are you spacing out for? Quickly apply the needles."
Katherine urgently called out to Lydia, "The patient's condition is very dangerous."
Lydia struggled to say, "Mrs. Gomez, the patient's condition has worsened. I can't control it."
"Your joke isn't funny," Katherine scolded, "The patient was in a severe car accident just yesterday, nearly dying from her injuries, yet you were able to stabilize her condition and save her life with silver needles. Now, when her condition is ten times better than post-accident, how come you can't control it? Stop joking around. Seriously, we need to save her immediately."
She expressed dissatisfaction. "Otherwise, if something happens, Mr. Thompson and his associates will surely be furious."
Lydia looked desperate. "Mrs. Gomez, the situation is different now."
"Mrs. Gomez, how is my daughter?" Before Lydia could further explain, Andrew and his wife rushed in, looking anxious. "Has her condition worsened? How could this happen? Didn't you say last night that she was stable and that surgery at nine this morning would be fine?"
Seeing Gabriella's face as pale as paper, Mr. Thompson almost collapsed.
Mr. Thompson asked, "Didn't you say there was no danger? How did it come to this?"
"Mr. Thompson, Mrs. Thompson, don't worry," Katherine reassured them. "With Lydia here, Miss Thompson will be fine."
Mrs. Thompson screamed, "Look at her face! How can you call that fine?"
Katherine turned to Lydia and called out, "Lydia, quickly stabilize Mr. Thompson's condition and reassure Mr. and Mrs. Thompson."
"Don't worry, Dr. Moore dared to charge one million dollars, so she must be confident in saving Gabriella's life." Andrew also nodded at Lydia. "Dr. Moore, please save my daughter, and I'll give you ten million dollars immediately."
All the doctors looked at Lydia with admiration and envy.
"Okay." Lydia walked to Gabriella's side, holding a silver needle, wanting to insert it but couldn't stop trembling.
This insertion would either lead to heaven or hell. If she cured Gabriella, she would get ten million dollars. If she failed, she would be doomed.
Andrew could give her wealth and glory, but he could also make her disappear without a trace.
But the chance of success was zero.
She couldn't even identify all the acupuncture points and didn't know how to perform acupuncture.
Mrs. Thompson urged. "Stop dawdling and save her quickly."
"Mr. Thompson, Mrs. Thompson, Mrs. Gomez, I'm sorry." Lydia collapsed to the ground, crying. "I didn't save her. I don't know medicine or how to save people. It was James who saved her."
"You wretch." Mrs. Thompson rushed forward, slapping Lydia across the face, causing it to swell instantly.
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