Chapter 121 Retribution Comes Too Quickly
The words of the nurse brought Patricia to a complete halt; she immediately sensed something was very wrong. Madam Thomas' breath hitched, and her aged body swayed.
Debbie frowned in displeasure and reprimanded the nurse angrily,
"What are you panicking for? What could possibly happen to Bobby?"
The young nurse, feeling aggrieved yet out of respect for Madam Thomas who stood close by, chose to speak in a roundabout way instead of directly addressing the issue.
"There's an anomaly with Bobby's monitor; Professor Brown, please go check on him right away!"
Madam Thomas grabbed Debbie's hand, her voice trembling, and asked, "Debbie, nothing bad will happen to Bobby, right?"
Debbie felt unconcerned by the nurse's words as she nonchalantly assured Madam Thomas,
"Madam Thomas, like I said, Bobby will be fine. He has just been moved out of the ICU; a small deviation or error in the monitor is quite normal!"
Despite Debbie’s words, Madam Thomas still felt extremely uneasy with a gnawing anxiety that wouldn't leave her. Seeing that Debbie continued to be hesitant to leave, the nurse urged in a low voice,
"Professor Brown, please hurry!"
Hearing this Madam Thomas also urged, "Let's go, we must hurry to see him, Bobby must be alright..."
Debbie glared at the nurse her eyes now filled with reproach, as she spoke.
"In future, you need to be more composed. Panicking over a small issue; anyone around would think there has been a catastrophe!"
Knowing the seriousness of the situation, the nurse felt anxious inside but dared not confront Debbie directly; she twisted her clothing in discomfort, bit her lower lip, and stayed silent.
Debbie was about to scold the nurse further, but under the relentless urging of Madam Thomas, she let her be and walked casually towards the VIP ward.
Inside the ward, the atmosphere was very tense. Several nurses surrounded Bobby's bed, conducting checks. The monitor above the bed beeped incessantly.
The nurse taking Bobby's blood pressure was so frazzled that she didn't notice Debbie and blurted out in panic, "His blood pressure is now 90 over 59, and it's still dropping." Another nurse added,
"Why hasn't Professor Brown arrived yet? His pulse is only fifty beats per minute now… and the ECG is showing various abnormalities… we have to act now or there will be serious trouble..."
Hearing the nurse's words, Debbie finally grasped the severity of the situation, her heart sank with a foreboding sense of dread.
Even though she wasn’t a physician, Madam Thomas, having taken care of the sick Bobby for many years, knew well what a normal blood pressure reading, and pulse rate should be.
Hearing about Bobby's vital sign readings, Madam Thomas felt dizzy and nearly fainted, if not for Greta’s quick reflexes that steadied her.
Greta looked to Debbie anxiously and demanded, "Debbie, what's wrong with my brother?"
Having perceived the crisis, Debbie announced, "There is a bit of a situation! Don't panic; I will handle it!"
Immediately, Debbie turned and ordered the nurses,
"Quickly, take the patient to the operating room for emergency treatment." Pausing briefly, she added through clenched teeth, "Call Professor Watson over."
The last time Bobby had a major hemorrhage, Patricia managed the situation; she might have a solution this time too, Debbie thought.
Upon hearing this, Madam Thomas clutched at Debbie's arm, already guessing the outcome but unable to let go of hope, she demanded,
"Why call Patricia? I thought you said she wasn’t competent?"
Without missing a beat, Debbie countered firmly,
"I suspect the complications Bobby is experiencing are due to her inadequate skills during the last emergency. I must get her here to clarify so that I can properly manage the rescue efforts."
"Remember, by any means necessary, you must ensure Bobby's safety. If anything happens to him, I'll see to it that the entire hospital pays the price." Madam Thomas threatened directly.
Given the urgency, with every minute that passed increasing the risk to Bobby's survival, Madam Thomas couldn't afford to delay any longer; she released Debbie with this harshly dropped threat and pushed Debbie off.
Debbie stood petrified by Madam Thomas's fierce gaze, her legs quivering uncontrollably. Debbie tried to compose herself as she replied.
"Rest assured, as long as Professor Watson tells me the truth about what she did to Bobby last time, I can guarantee your grandson will be returned to you in good health."
The implication was clear—if anything went wrong, it would be Patricia's fault, not Debbie's.
Madam Thomas didn't have the luxury of time to quibble with Debbie, stepping back, Madam Thomas made way. The nurses immediately rushed Bobby’s bed towards the operating room, as another rushed to the ICU to find Patricia.
Meanwhile, Debbie, along with Madam Thomas, Greta, and Spencer, hastened to the operating room.
As Debbie was making final preparations to enter the OR, the nurse who had gone to find Patricia returned—the space behind her was empty, with Patricia nowhere in sight.
Debbie, furrowed her eyebrows and anxiously inquired, “Where is Professor Watson?”
The nurse spoke hesitantly, “Professor Watson said she warned you long before, but you didn’t listen. Now that there is a problem, she can’t do anything. She said you should pray.”
Clutching her fists tightly, Debbie’s molars ground together in frustration. Madam Thomas, catching the implicit message, grabbed the nurse’s hand and demanded sharply,
“What does Patricia mean by that? Are you telling me my grandson is in grave danger?”
The nurse’s silence was a reluctant confirmation. Madam Thomas’s face turned menacingly dark, and turning to Debbie, she ordered,
"Tell me, just how bad is my grandson’s condition?"
Without any hope of Patricia’s help, Debbie suddenly lost her confidence. She clung to the hard-won fame and fortune, and through gritted teeth, continued to lie,
"Madam Thomas, I'm not sure what measures Patricia took when Bobby was bleeding heavily, so to save him, we need her clarification. Since the nurse couldn’t persuade her, I'll go myself. For Bobby's sake, I'm even willing to kneel before her if that's what it takes."
As she spoke, she deliberately assumed an air of righteous determination.
Madam Thomas narrowed her eyes skeptically at Debbie’s explanation, "No need for that. I’ll find her. You go into the OR now; Bobby’s condition is critical and cannot afford any further delay."
"That won't do, I must go myself! How can I let you handle this?" Debbie dared not to let Madam Thomas go.
Madam Thomas was her only support. If Patricia poisoned Madam Thomas against her during her absence, she would be ruined.
But Madam Thomas stood firm in her decision, "For Bobby, I'm willing to do anything! Now, hurry into the OR. Every second counts towards Bobby's safety, we cannot delay."
"But..." Debbie tried to argue, but Madam Thomas wouldn’t listen, pushing her through the operating room doors. Debbie bit her lip hard, hesitated for a moment, then went inside.
Madam Thomas immediately took Greta and Spencer to the ICU ward.
Patricia wasn’t surprised by their arrival. From the moment the nurse came to summon her to assist in the emergency, she expected Madam Thomas would eventually come.
To prevent disturbing Randy, she led the three out to the corridor, with Martin following quietly behind, concerned.
Facing the trio's anxious expressions, Patricia feigned ignorance, "Madam Thomas, may I ask why you’re looking for me?"
Her faith in Debbie unwavering, Madam Thomas, not hiding her discontent, spoke,
"Debbie claims that the methods you used during Bobby’s hemorrhage have led to his worsened condition. To save him, we need you to take charge so that Debbie can adjust her approach based on your previous treatment."
Hearing this, Patricia couldn’t help but let out a snort of laughter. Even in such dire circumstances, Debbie still sought to protect her own reputation, disregarding the patient’s life and death—
A disgrace to the medical profession, Patricia thought.
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