Chapter 933

"As soon as I sat on the floor, the door to the operating room opened. Then, I stood up in a hurry, rushing over to the doctor to ask, 'How's it, doctor?'

"The doctor took a glance at me and said, 'What are you so nervous for? You're not the patient's family, are you?'

"I frowned. Maybe it was because of my white coat that he assumed I was his colleague.

"Just as I was about to explain my relationship with Aunt Mila, Devin came over and said, 'Doctor, I'm the patient's family. How's my Mom doing?'

"The doctor then sighed and said regretfully, 'I tried my best.'

"Right after the doctor threw his gloves away, he turned to leave.

"At that moment, I felt as if someone had stabbed me in the heart. It hurt so terribly that my entire body began to tremble.

"Then I heard a thud-Devin had fainted and collapsed to the ground. I was so frightened that I quickly checked on him. Fortunately, though, he merely passed out and regained consciousness when I called him a few times.

"When Devin opened his eyes, he began to wail out loud in agony. He climbed up and sobbed as he approached the operating room, saying, 'Mom, you were just fine earlier. Why'd you have to go so quickly?'

"Then, the doctor who had operated the surgery earlier grabbed ahold of Devin. 'You can't go in. There's blood everywhere because of the surgery, so you can only enter after we've cleared it up.'

"Devin proceeded to sit on the ground and continued to cry.

"I wanted to comfort Devin, but I never said anything in the end and meandered into the operating room. Then, the doctor caught onto me, asking, 'Which department are you from?'

"I didn't know why he asked me that, but I answered, 'I'm from the outpatient facility department.'

"The doctor nodded and said, 'It's been a whole night, so I'm both hungry and tired. It'd be great if you filled in for me.'

"I knew that he had mistaken me for the doctor who came over to cover for him, but

I didn't bother clearing things up, because I wanted to see Aunt Mila.

"Once I entered the operating room, the door closed behind me.

"Right outside the door, I heard the doctor's voice as he tried to prevent Devin from barging into the operating room. 'You can't head in. Just wait here.'

"I couldn't understand why the doctor kept holding Devin back, but I continued to walk further inside. Inside the operating room, I saw a blue surgical drape covering the body on the operating table.

"The blue-colored cloth seemed all too blinding with the surgical light shining straight onto it. By the side, two doctors were filling up a report while two of the nurses sat and scrolled on their phones.

"One of the doctors put his pen down when he saw me. Then, he picked up a body bag by the side and said, 'Help me out and put the corpse into the body bag.'

"I didn't respond. Instead, I headed over to the operating table and lifted the blue surgical drape just enough to see Aunt Mila's pallid face. I felt even more grief- stricken and reached out to touch her cheek.

"Her skin was cold, and her skin had already gone stiff. I couldn't help but ask in surprise, 'Why has it hardened already?'

"The body of a person who just passed away would still be soft and carry a normal body temperature. So, there was no way Aunt Mila's body would grow cold and stiff so quickly—the operating doctor had just left the room when I came in.

"The doctor who was holding the body bag took a glance at me, sending me a strange glance. 'It'd be weirder if the body hadn't gone cold and stiff, okay? The patient passed away at 10:00 p.m. yesterday.'

"What did he mean by 10:00 p.m.?

"I widened my eyes and asked, 'Didn't she just pass away?'

"By the side, the doctor who was writing a report said, 'Well, it is stated in the surgical log that the patient had just passed away.'

"But my attention was directed between the lines. 'You mean to say that the patient passed away at 10:00 p.m. yesterday but that it's stated otherwise in the surgical log, right?'

The doctor who was writing replied,

'That's right. It's stated in the

surgical log that we used the first. dose of

menggeney....

medication at 10:00 p.m. too. The

second dose was injected at 5:00 a.m. today, and the third dose was used just now.

'Unfortunately, it was ineffective, and the patient passed away.'

"I felt a chill being sent down my spine and I murmured, 'Why'd you have to inject

three doses of imported emergency medication if the patient had already passed away last night?'

"The doctor who was writing the

ים.

surgical log replied without lifting his head, saying, 'Of course, we wouldn't need to use our emergency medication on a patient who passed away last night. But we have to state

those things in the surgical log.'

"I felt a little dazed, and a random thought popped into my mind. However, I didn't

dare to let it foster, because the idea of it was simply preposterous.

"I asked, 'Why must you write it that way in the surgical log?'

"The doctor who was holding the body bag got fed up with my endless questions and said in frustration, 'We don't necessarily have to inject the medication, but we need to state so in the surgical log.

'We also have to state the exact time we used the imported emergency medication on the patient. Otherwise, we wouldn't be able to keep things consistent when charging the bills.'