The Great Medical Saint (Matthew) novel Chapter 934

"I heard those words, and everything instantly clicked. Aunt Mila had passed away at 10:00 p.m. yesterday, but the hospital records showed three injections of imported emergency medication.

'But they didn't give her those shots. How could they charge for them?' I felt my anger rise like a storm inside me.

"I wanted to scream, to hit someone, to lash out, even to kill. A doctor holding a body bag suddenly shoved me. 'What are you standing around for? Help with the body!' he said.

"I lost it. I slapped him across the face as I roared, 'Help with your damn body bag? This is my aunt! She died last night, and you're forging records for three imported injections? Can you give injections to a dead person? Have you all lost your minds for money?'

"He looked at me, stunned for a moment. He then pointed at me and asked, 'You… You're not even a doctor! How did you sneak into the operating room? That's a violation!'

"I was trembling with fury. 'I am a doctor in this hospital! What do you mean by violation? You're the ones falsifying medication records. That's illegal! I'm calling the police right now!'

"Before I could act, something heavy struck my head. My vision went dark, and I lost consciousness.

"When I woke up, I found myself bound hand and foot, lying on a couch in an office. Several security guards and Timothy were standing nearby.

"As soon as I saw Timothy, I shouted, 'Dr. Fern! Call the police! They're faking medication records to scam people! Hurry!'

"Timothy remained unfazed, his tone dripping with sarcasm. 'What I see is you storming into the operating room, disrupting the staff, unable to handle your relative's death, and now fabricating lies to cause trouble.'

"'You're lying!' I was on the verge of breaking down. 'I don't care what you say! I want to call the police. Let me go!'

"'Go ahead and report it if you want. The surgical team has already coordinated their stories, and the records have been rewritten. There's no mention of the three imported injections in the billing.

'I'm just here to teach you a lesson. Keep your mouth shut, and this incident stays buried. But if you dare to speak out—'

"He didn't finish his sentence. Instead, he snatched the syringe from the doctor and drove it into my hip with brutal force.

"I yelped in pain, my entire body trembling. 'You... You're insane! Stop! This will kill me!'

"His eyes glinted with a venomous malice, his voice icy and chilling. 'I know you'll try to report this. I've already made arrangements. Go ahead. See if I care.'"