"What did you say?"
"I said I'll give my life back to you!"
I turned back with a faint smile, then continued without stopping.
On the ground floor, a middle-aged man with a twisted expression pulled a knife from his bag and screamed hysterically.
"Where are the doctors? Are there no doctors in this hospital?"
Passersby recoiled in terror. I pushed through the crowd, drawing my folding knife.
Thud!
The man's sharp knife pierced my heart and he continued to stab me seven more times.
As blood gushed from the wounds, I mustered the last of my strength and drove my own folding knife into his temple.
That man's eyes widened in shock as he stumbled backward and fell to the ground.
I smiled, blood trickling from my lips, before I too collapsed heavily.
"Mom, I'm back. Your daughter is finally home," I said before closing my eyes.
"Someone, help!"
"Save that girl!"
Passersby shouted in panic as several people worked together to restrain the man.
A few minutes later, the hospital broadcast a blaring announcement. "Emergency! Code blue, code white. In the first-floor outpatient hall!"
Up on the third floor, the Saint Family froze. Spencer was the first to react.
"There's a medical dispute downstairs; someone needs emergency care!" He looked anxious, ready to run to the emergency room.
Just then, a nurse rushed over and shouted, "Dr. Saint! It's your sister! It's Miss River! She was the one who stopped the medical dispute."
However, her voice dropped sadly. "But … she didn't make it. She's gone."
