Chapter 129 Did the Clinic Cause a Death
James didn't pay much attention to Mary's emotions. His focus was entirely on the unconscious Virgil.
After Olivia and the others confirmed that Virgil was not in danger, James took him back to the clinic so he could watch over him daily.
Virgil was not in serious condition but remained unconscious, so James decided to keep an eye on him.
Because of this, he changed his usual practice of occasional consultations and started seeing patients from morning till night, hoping to quickly accumulate seven white lights to treat Virgil.
For three consecutive days, James treated nearly a hundred patients, exhausting himself, but he only managed to gather three white lights, mostly from patients with minor ailments.
James thought it would be good to have a few difficult cases.
During a break, James flipped through the local news and found that Harmony Care Hospital had made the headlines.
A patient's family accused the medical staff of taking group photos while ignoring the critically ill patient, resulting in the patient's death after a two-hour delay.
The hospital was ordered to rectify the situation, Stacy was imprisoned, and the relevant personnel were either arrested or had their licenses revoked.
The medical board even parachuted in Katherine to serve as the director.
James speculated that Andrew's maneuvering was likely involved, using Katherine to ease his relationship with Joel.
As James put away his phone with a smile, a frail old man ran over, clutching his abdomen, and shouted to James, "Dr. Williams, my name is John Johnson. My stomach has been hurting for several days, and no medicine has helped."
James noticed that John was about sixty years old. He looked very thin and weak, but his eyes were bright, and his hands had many calluses.
James made a diagnosis but didn't pay much attention, so he reached out to examine him and then smiled.
James said, "It's nothing serious, just an upset stomach and diarrhea."
He prescribed John. "Take this for three days and rest for three days, and you'll be fine."
John said, "Dr. Williams, I make a living in the construction site. If I rest for three days, I'll lose my job."
John looked distressed. "They all say you're good at acupuncture. Can you give me some acupuncture to get better quickly? I can pay extra."
"In that case, sure. I'll give you acupuncture." James finally nodded. "It can make you better in two days."
John was overjoyed and thanked him repeatedly, then followed James' instructions to take off his shirt.
James quickly inserted nine needles, intending to release the patient's negative energy.
Just then, the patient suddenly stiffened, eyes wide open. One hand was clutching his abdomen, the other pointing at James. He croaked from his throat. "You've killed me."
John struggled to utter a sentence before he abruptly fell from his chair with a loud crash. After hitting the ground, he twitched a few times, then lay still and silent.
The patients present were stunned by the sight, instinctively retreating to the sides. Many of the female patients even let out sharp cries of alarm.
Everyone present was left in disbelief, their eyes wide as they stared at John's motionless form on the ground.
Just moments ago, he was full of life and energy. How could he suddenly fall silent and collapse?
"Is he dead?"
Someone asked, and the originally panicked JZL Medical Hall instantly fell silent.
The air in JZL Medical Hall seemed to freeze.
A death is a serious matter, and a death in a clinic is a major medical accident.
Daniel, nearby, was also shocked, then shivered and ran over. "How could this happen? How could this happen?"
He squatted down, trembling as he examined John.
Half a minute later, Daniel withdrew his fingers, his face pale, his lips trembling, and he was unable to speak.
Seeing Daniel like this, everyone knew what had happened.
Among the patients, Darrell, a retired police officer, also came up to check John's pulse and breathing.
Then, he shook his head, whispering, "He's gone. There's no saving him now."
Darrell looked at James, his eyes full of doubt and sympathy. With a death, whether or not it was James' fault, JZL Medical Hall was doomed.
He didn't want JZL Medical Hall to close, nor did he want anything to happen to James. After all, James had saved him three times from poisoning.
Hearing that John was really dead, everyone was upset.
Some sighed, some cried, some took out their phones to record, and more people started discussing.
John was dead. James's medical skills were terrifying.
Many patients and their families backed away, and a patient in line in front of James hurriedly distanced himself from James.
Jared and Stephen, who had come over after hearing the news, frowned, thinking about how to handle the situation.
Handling the aftermath was easy; they could ensure James was unharmed, but his reputation would be severely damaged, and no one would come to JZL Medical Hall for treatment in the future.
James' career as an expert would be over.
Daniel moved to James' side, leaning in to whisper in his ear, "James, the patient is dead."
Saying the last few words, Daniel turned pale, as if encountering such a situation for the first time.
"I know." James bent down to examine, his initial surprise quickly turning into amusement.
Darrell spoke in a hushed voice, "James, you should notify the patient's family. It's best to settle this privately. If the police are involved, and the medical board steps in, it could get very tricky."
He was genuinely concerned for James.
James smiled. "Darrell, don't worry. The clinic will be fine."
"Dad, Dad, what's wrong with you?"
Almost as soon as he finished speaking, a van pulled up at the door, and five or six people got out.
One middle-aged woman started shouting hysterically from a distance. "Dad, you can't die. You're the pillar of this family."
The companions around her also looked sad.
"Incompetent doctor, you killed my dad!"
The middle-aged woman saw the leisurely James and screamed, rushing to hit him.
Daniel swiftly stepped forward, attempting to restrain her.
"Let go of me. Let go of me. I swear I'll make that charlatan pay!"
The middle-aged woman roared incessantly, "Pay my father's life! You must die!"
Her companions, equally filled with righteous indignation, brandished their makeshift weapons at James, poised to pounce and mete out their own form of justice at any second.
"I'll see who dares to touch me!"
Jared stepped forward, glaring at them, his face flushed with anger. If it weren't for the fact that he felt something wrong, he would have already taken matters into his own hands.
"You didn't even take a look at your father, yet you're quick to conclude that he's dead, shouting for blood instead of calling an ambulance. Also, your father's been dead for only ten minutes, no police report or family notification, yet here you all are, in such a hurry."
James paid no mind to the stares from the crowd. Instead, he scribbled a note and handed it to Daniel.
James added. "Should I say that you knew your father was going to die, or did you intentionally bring him here to die?"
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