Chapter 73
She cast a loving glance at Lucas, then noticed his swollen face and quickly stepped forward to check on him.
The moment Lucas saw her, his anger melted into tenderness.
“It’s nothing. Lola didn’t want to sign the papers, so we argued a bit.”
Nancy looked up at my disheveled appearance and spoke gently.
“Lola, your son is brain dead. You already agreed to donate his or***ans.
“The hospital is incredibly grateful for your generosity.”
“I understand that this is a hard thing to accept. It’s not easy to get past the emotional hurdle.”
“But don’t worry. While your son may be gone, his life will continue in a new way…”
I cut off her sanctimonious speech.
“You’re lying! My son isn’t brain dead, and your diagnosis is fake!”
“There’s no way I’m signing anything. I’m transferring him right now!”
Nancy shook her head, putting on a show of false humility.
“Lola, I know you’re grieving, but please don’t make baseless accusations.”
“I stayed up all night trying to save your son.”
“I haven’t slept, and I still have to treat other patients. But now you’re accusing me of being incompetent!”
“The entire team prepared so much for this donation.”
“Even the media is here waiting. How do you expect me to explain this to them?”
Hearing this, the surrounding patients and nurses started whispering among themselves.
“Nancy is one of the best doctors in the hospital. How could she possibly misdiagnose something like this?”
“I think she’s just too emotional. She’s causing a scene.”
“Yeah, poor Nancy. She worked so hard and now she’s being blamed. Isn’t this just medical drama?”
Seeing the crowd turn against me, Lucas smirked in satisfaction.
“Lola, you’re too worked up. Let’s go back to the office and talk, alright?”
He reached out to grab me again, but I backed away, wary.
“Don’t touch me!”
Nancy signaled to the nurses.
Out of nowhere, security guards appeared, shoving me against the wall.
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“She’s too emotional. Administer a sedative immediately!”
Lucas quickly chimed in.
“As her husband, I consent!”
As the nurse approached with the syringe, I desperately struggled and screamed, but no one came to help.
“Stop! Let her go!”
Suddenly, a voice boomed across the room, freezing everyone in place.
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