Eleven Years All to the Wrong Man novel Chapter 210

Dr. He shot a disdainful glance at the noisy patients and their families outside, then explained to Nathan with a smile, "Well, Miss Carter and Mr. Carter just came for their tests, and I figured I'd let them go first. It's just a little line-cutting, but these country bumpkins outside caused an uproar. They can't stand to lose a single minute. I don't know what they're making such a fuss about!"

"Line-cutting?"

Nathan frowned slightly, glancing at Thomas in his wheelchair and Melissa standing behind him. Then, in a disapproving tone, he said, "Everyone is supposed to wait in line in an orderly fashion. Who told you to let them cut?"

The unexpected question left Dr. He stunned and unable to back down gracefully.

If it had been anyone else questioning him, Dr. He's personality suggested he would have already snapped back. But this was Nathan Allen, not only the hospital's top leukemia specialist but also a man from a formidable background.

So, with an embarrassed look on his face, Dr. He could only mumble meekly, "It was… the director who specifically told me to give them special consideration…"

"Did the director explicitly tell you to let them cut the line?" Nathan pressed as soon as Dr. He finished his sentence.

"Well, no, of course not…"

By now, Dr. He's face was beet red. He stood there awkwardly, wringing his hands, looking at Nathan with a guilty and fearful expression.

"Dr. He, since all patients are waiting in an orderly line, as the head of the lab, you shouldn't be using your authority to grant special privileges. You should be helping to maintain that order. Otherwise, if a small incident like this escalates and patients get into a physical altercation with the staff, who will be held responsible?"

Thomas was clearly very unhappy with Nathan's actions.

Melissa could only try to soothe her father. "It's okay, Dad. We shouldn't have cut the line in the first place. Everyone was upset, and they're doctors; there wasn't much they could do."

But Mr. Carter was still dissatisfied. "He's just some junior doctor!" he said unhappily. "The director himself told them to give me special treatment. Who is he to be putting on such airs? No matter how skilled he is, he can't be more powerful than the director, can he?!"

Melissa didn't respond. Noticing the disapproving stares from those around them, she tried to push her father toward a quieter corner where there were fewer people and more space. Just as she found a good spot to park the wheelchair, she looked up and saw Emma, sitting just three or four seats away.