Chapter 177 Dr. Johnson Can Cure
As the voice fell, everyone turned to see a sweating Otis rushing in with a young boy of about seven or eight in his arms, looking frantic. In his haste, he stumbled over an obstacle at the doorway and was about to fall when James quickly stepped forward to catch him.
"What happened?" James asked in a deep voice.
The middle-aged man, his face full of panic and his eyes bloodshot, pleaded, "Doctor, you must save my nephew! I beg you, please!"
As he spoke, he was about to kneel before James.
James hurriedly held him up, saying, "Don't panic. Tell us what happened to your nephew so we can help."
The suddenness of the situation stunned everyone. It took them a moment to react, and then they began to discuss it among themselves.
Jennifer was also taken aback but quickly stepped forward to examine the boy. Her face changed immediately upon seeing him.
The boy's face was blue, his eyes rolled back, lips blackened, and white foam at the corners of his mouth. His body twitched occasionally, and he groaned in pain. It was evident that he was poisoned.
Moreover, it wasn't a simple poison; without timely treatment, he could die!
Jennifer hadn't anticipated such a challenging problem on the first day of their clinic's opening. With her current medical skills and equipment, she couldn't treat the patient.
Otis, biting his lip in anxiety and panic, said, "Doctor, my nephew accidentally ate some poisonous mushrooms by the roadside... It's all my fault! I didn't watch him properly and let him eat the poisonous mushrooms!"
As he spoke, he slapped himself hard, his face full of guilt. He then tightly grasped James's hand, tears streaming down his face, and said, "Doctor, please, you must save my nephew! My brother only has this one son. If anything happens to him, I..."
His voice trailed off as he broke down into sobs, overwhelmed by guilt and anguish.
At this moment, someone in the crowd recognized Otis as a nearby grocery store owner, and the boy was also known to them, dispelling any suspicion of them being actors.
James's expression was grave. After a brief examination of the boy, he confirmed the diagnosis and felt relieved. While this situation would be challenging for most doctors, it was manageable for him.
He was about to nod in agreement when he noticed Jennifer's anxious expression. He quickly changed his mind.
"The situation with your nephew is dire. The poisoning has been severe and prolonged. I'm afraid I don't have the ability to treat him," James sighed with regret.
Otis trembled violently upon hearing this, his face drained of color as he staggered back a few steps, barely able to stand, covering his face as tears streamed down uncontrollably.
The onlookers began to murmur, thinking the Hall of Benevolent Medicine was incompetent, unable to treat even a single patient.
Among the crowd, Jared and his companions looked smug.
Even the previously flattering relatives started to criticize, thinking James and Jennifer was useless, even couldn't treat the first patient they encountered.
However, James then said, "But while I can't cure him, Dr. Johnson can."
He pointed to Jennifer.
Upon hearing this, Otis, who had lost all hope, suddenly looked up with renewed hope, desperately staring at Jennifer. "Doctor, can you really cure my nephew?"
Jennifer was stunned, her mind unable to process the situation immediately.
"I..." She opened her mouth, suddenly coming to her senses. She glared fiercely at James and pinched his waist, whispering angrily. "Are you crazy? His nephew is suffering from food poisoning, and it looks severe. Unless he goes to a high-end hospital for gastric lavage, there's nothing we can do. Our clinic doesn't have any equipment yet. How are we supposed to treat him?"
James blinked and said, "Don't worry. As long as you follow my instructions, we can cure him without gastric lavage."
Seeing the confidence in James's eyes, Jennifer couldn't help but recall the impressive medical skills James had displayed recently. She restored some confidence, starting to believe in James's words.
At this moment, a voice from the crowd shouted, "Don't believe them! This is severe food poisoning. What can this clinic do to treat it?"
"Yeah, buddy, you better take your nephew to a major hospital for gastric lavage. These two quacks can't do anything. Look how young they are. They have no abilities. You'll regret it if something happens to your nephew!"
Jared's two henchmen were spreading malicious rumors.
Under their instigation, more and more people in the crowd joined in the denunciation.
Otis also began to waver.
At this moment, Dennis and Kaitlyn walked over, their faces also filled with anxiety. Dennis said, "Yes, let them take the patient to a high-end hospital for gastric lavage. If we can't cure him, it'll be a big problem."
Jennifer, already unsure about curing the boy, knew she couldn't afford to be stubborn in this situation. It wasn't about avoiding trouble; it was about a human life. Since she couldn't cure him, she couldn't afford to waste time.
However, just as she was about to speak, James grabbed her hand, looking at her intently. He said seriously, "This is a great opportunity. If we cure the patient, others will naturally believe in your medical skills."
"But I can't cure him!" Jennifer said helplessly.
James blinked and said, "That's why I'm here. Just follow my instructions, and we can definitely cure the boy. Trust me. This is a chance to establish your reputation. Don't you want to seize it?"
These words moved Jennifer, and she began to hesitate. She looked into James's bright eyes, bit her lip and said, "Are you really sure you can cure him? The patient has severe food poisoning."
"I can. Trust me," James said.
Jennifer took a deep breath, finally making up her mind. She nodded firmly and then said to Otis, "I can cure your nephew."
Otis was instantly overjoyed, repeatedly thanking Jennifer.
In the crowd, Jared and his companions sneered, thinking Jennifer and James were overestimating themselves.
Even the relatives shook their heads, equally skeptical of Jennifer's ability.
After all, they could tell that this kind of food poisoning wasn't easy to treat by their common sense. They thought that even high-end hospitals couldn't guarantee a one hundred percent cure.
In their minds, the Hall of Benevolent Medicine was just a low-end clinic without any high-tech medical equipment; treating common colds and fevers was fine, but curing food poisoning was simply a pipe dream!
Almost no one believed in Jennifer.
Jennifer felt the pressure and was equally nervous, with sweat breaking out on her forehead.
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