Chapter 129 The Truth Revealed, Patricia Vindicated.
The video showed little Bobby lying on the operating table, pale and alone. The chief surgeon, Debbie, was accompanied by an assisting physician and two nurses.
Prepared to begin, Debbie hesitated, eliciting a frantic urging from the assistant, “Professor Brown, you must proceed quickly or it will be too late.”
Debbie, annoyed, looked at Bobby, who was connected to oxygen, “Where to start? This is a postoperative complication, and the survival rate is just one in ten thousand. Even an attempt to save him is a waste of time.”
Refusing to accept this, the assistant said, “Even if the chance is one in a hundred thousand, we cannot give up. That's our duty as doctors.”
Debbie sneered, “Duty, my foot. You save him, that's duty. If not, he's a hot potato.”
The assistant was stunned, feeling helpless to act, and Debbie rambled on, “How did Patricia do it last time? How did she save him? I should have watched her operate. If only I knew what to do now.”
The nurses exchanged shocked glances. The unfolding truth on the laptop made Madam Thomas tremble with rage, her face turning ashen. When the previously fluctuating monitor flatlined, the assistant stumbled back in shock,
“The patient... the patients vital signs are crashing, there is no pulse, he is flatlining...”
As a doctor, to witness a patient's last breath without attempting any resuscitation, neglecting the most fundamental responsibilities...
And when faced with Bobby's death, there wasn't a trace of remorse on Debbie's face, only cold indifference and contempt.
Madam Thomas viewed the unbearable scene, her eyes filled with tears, witnessing her grandson's life slip away without a single attempt to revive him.
After a moment, the assistant left the room in defeat. The scene shifted; Bobby lay motionless, with one nurse keeping watch. Debbie paced, clearly impatient. Perhaps unable to bear it any longer, the nurse ventured,
“Professor Brown, the patient has completely passed away. We should inform his family; we can’t just keep him in the operating room.”
Debbie glared, “Of course I know! But did you see Madam Thomas's expression? If we tell her now that her grandson didn't make it, she’s bound to lose her temper.”
Soon after, another nurse hurried in; Debbie eagerly asked if Madam Thomas had left. The nurse shook her head negatively.
The harsh reality was inescapable; despite refusal to accept it, the proof was undeniable. It was beyond belief that her grandson was dead, yet Debbie lacked any humanity, slapping his corpse and uttering cruel words,
"Worthless boy, I did everything I could, and you couldn't hold on. You die at the worst possible time. If I had known, I would have left you for Patricia to handle. At least before you died, you could have taken her down with you, adding value to your death. I don’t understand why she could save you, but I couldn’t?"
Overcome with sadness, the old lady finally broke down in sobs, letting go of her always-maintained firm facade, crying inconsolably.
Bobby, her grandson, had suffered such indignity and torture even after his death. It was all her fault for misjudging people, causing Bobby to die by Debbie’s hands.
Seeing his purpose fulfilled, Martin signaled Alan to close the laptop. There was no sympathy for Madam Thomas as he confronted her with the painful truth,
“You've seen for yourself. It’s clear in the video. Debbie said it herself—during the initial massive bleeding, it was Patricia who saved Bobby. Without her, he would have died then. Debbie, seeking fame from Bobby’s surgery but lacking medical expertise, led to his postoperative hemorrhage.”
“Patricia left no stone unturned to rescue Bobby from death's door yet received no gratitude. Instead, her efforts were stolen, advised against taking the case, Debbie refused to learn from the resulting tragedy, and scapegoated Patricia. She’s reaped the consequences of her own actions.” Martin revealed.
“Patricia has been innocent from the start. Faced with Bobby's postoperative emergency, she could have ignored him. Yet, her compassion saved his life. Morally and rationally, you shouldn't blame her for Bobby's death. There’s a debtor for every misdeed; the guilty must be held accountable.” Martin concluded.
Madam Thomas sobbed harder, her weakened body sliding to the floor, clutching her chest, as if the action alone could ease the suffocating pain.
Martin knew she was stern by nature, not one to show vulnerability willingly. So, he made no further comment, stood up and concluded his stay by stating,
“I have said what I came to say. If you trouble Patricia again, I'll forget our family's past favor. As for the true troublemaker, how you settle your revenge is your own affair. I won't meddle.”
Without even a glance at Debbie, he left the room directly, leaving Madam Thomas enveloped in her sorrow.
Time seemed to stand still for her, how long exactly, she didn't know, but eventually she had wept enough. Wearily, she picked herself up off the ground and inched towards Debbie with heavy steps.
Her eyes ablaze with a ferocity that could scorch the soul, as if she wanted nothing more than to put Debbie through agonizing torture.
"Splash her awake with water," Madam Thomas barked the command.
A henchman, without a trace of sympathy, heaved a bucket of icy water onto Debbie. The shock of the cold jolted Debbie awake from her stupor.
Mrs. Thomas roughly grabbed Debbie by the hair, forcing their gazes to lock. Between clenched teeth, her words seethed,
"Debbie, tell me, did you ever spare even a single thought for my grandson’s life, or was it all just a scheme to leverage him for fame and status?"
Before Debbie could protest, Mrs. Thomas continued, harshly cutting her off,
"Don't bother denying it. I know everything! How I trusted you with Bobby's life, and you... you killed him. You won't escape my wrath..."
The bloodthirsty glint in Madam Thomas’s eyes sent shivers down Debbie's spine. As she pleaded once more,
"Mrs. Thomas, I'm sorry, I didn't mean for it to end this way, please let me go. I'll do anything if you'd just spare me..."
For the first time, stark terror seized her. If only she'd foreseen the risks earlier, she wouldn't have dived headlong into this perilous affair.
A sinister smile twisted Mrs. Thomas's features, "Spare you? Will Bobby come back to life if I do?"
Terror-stricken, Debbie couldn't stop the flood of tears which pushed forward from her eyes. "Please... please let me go..."
But Mrs. Thomas was beyond reasoning. Slowly rising to her feet, she signaled her minion:
"Ruin her face, strip her bare, and dump her at the most prominent shopping center. Then make sure to release the video we just recorded online. Remember, use an overseas IP address, we can't leave any trails."
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