As they passed by, I saw the face of the man on the stretcher. His face was full of pockmarks and there was a big black mole on his chin.
It was Jack.
In an instant, I felt my limbs stiffen and my blood freeze.
He was rescued.
After simple first aid, he was transferred to our department.
When I was making rounds, he was sitting on the bed, deliberately exposing his disabled right hand.
He held his fingers and asked me in a trembling voice, "Will the treatment of my illness cost a lot of money?"
Faced with this familiar and disgusting scene, I clenched the pen in my hand tightly.
I tried hard to suppress the urge to turn around and run away.
I gave the instructions and had an examination for him.
In my previous life, I knew he was in financial distress. After learning about Jack's unfortunate life experience, I felt pity and sympathy for the people at the bottom of society.
I replaced most of the examinations with questioning and palpation, but I didn't expect that those normal touches during the examinations would arouse his obscene desires.
"You'd better get surgery as soon as possible. Pay fifty thousand dollars deposit for hospitalization first!"
Jack held the list and murmured in disbelief, "Would a doctor like Dr. Moore, who has such high medical ethics, also charge randomly?"
"These are all necessary examination procedures. If you can't accept it, you can transfer to another hospital."
I wished he would leave.
Unexpectedly, Jack reached out and grabbed my uniform, saying, "Dr. Moore, I believe in you, please save me."
I pulled back my uniform with force and looked at the eye-catching black handprint on my pure white clothes, which seemed like some kind of bad hint.
I suppressed my panic and hatred and fled back to the office.
With trembling hands, I drank a glass of ice-cold water and forced myself to calm down.
After my rebirth, I dared not to drink any beverages or coffee.
I no longer dared to wear my favorite long skirts, high heels, or even put on makeup.
And the culprit who caused all this was threatening me with medical ethics.
I would not waste my energy on a bastard.
When I went to the nurses' station to give medical orders, several young nurses in our department gathered and chatted.
"Well, the new patient in bed 16 is so pitiful."
"The one who was transferred to the emergency room this morning? Jack?"