My Darling, My Dearest

Chapter 124

Rachel had not expected Sheila to contact her again.

Sheila was not as emotional as she had been before. Perhaps, going through this difficult time had changed her.

"Dr. Rachel, I want to ask you about my sister one more time."

Leaning back on the car hood, Rachel closed her eyes, wondering why she was so determined.

"I already told you everything I know." Her throat was so dry that she could barely speak.

Sheila was prepared this time. But, she did not immediately respond. There was silence at the other end of the phone.

A car honked somewhere in the background for ten seconds before fading. "May I ask about my sister's prescription?" Sheila asked. "Did you know about Dr. Kevin prescribing the wrong medicine? You never even told me that! Why would you say you already told me everything?"

Rachel was taken aback. She did not know how Sheila had found out.

There were too many people in the hospital. Anyone could have told her.

Rachel answered very cautiously, "Kevin didn't prescribe the wrong medicine. We just had an argument over one of the medicines." ■d

Rachel was not telling a lie nor covering up for Kevin.

Kevin had turned a deaf ear when she had asked him to use the imported medicine. But, it was the direct cause to the death of the patient.

The delay in taking action had eventually cost the patient her life.

It was simply a medical accident. The doctor in charge should not be punished based on this event alone.

However, Rachel was regretful that she hadn't insisted that Kevin should change the medicine.

Perhaps the patient could not have made it.

Rachel now explained that she wasn't the patient's attending doctor,

so she was unaware of the patient's condition after the operation.

Rachel still believed that the medicine was not the main cause of death,

though she didn't see the complete treatment record of the patient.

Despite the fact that the executive had asked them to tell what they knew to the patient's family, Rachel suspected that he could've hidden something quite easily if he wanted to.

Hence, if Sheila had wanted to investigate her sister's death, she could only have done so by asking for the treatment record or through a complete body check.

Sheila was not convinced at all. She thought ■d

Rachel was just making an excuse to cover up for the doctor who had killed her sister.

"Do you even deserve to be a doctor?" she questioned Rachel, anger evident in her voice. "Do you have no concept of medical ethics? Absolutely inhuman! If someone you loved had died, could you have listened to all these excuses? You will be held accountable for this! I will not let this matter be buried."

Sheila slammed the phone down without waiting for a response. With the phone still on her ear, Rachel silently listened to the dial tone. Her head was aching now.

She sat in her car, her head throbbing. She hadn't even slept last night because of all the work she had. Rachel could barely breathe.

The call from Sheila had left her restless. Recalling her past twenty years as a doctor, she could not remember a time when she had been under this much pressure.

The feeling of uneasiness swept over her even though she hadn't even been responsible.

Perhaps she could help Sheila investigate her sister's death, Rachel mused.

But, was it even her responsibility to do that? She hadn't even part of the team since the beginning. She couldn't tell who was right and who was wrong.

Rachel could not point the finger at Kevin. She could only fill in Sheila about what she knew.

However, it was clear that Sheila didn't believe her. Rachel took her phone out and dialed the ■d

executive. When she spoke, her voice was a little hoarse. Coughing twice, she asked, "Are you free right now, Executive Fang? There is something I have to tell you."

The next day, the patient who had passed just three nights ago was long forgotten.

The hospital had new patients to attend to every day, new families came in who did not cause any trouble. Even the doctors were at ease, including Kevin.

When the executive had ordered them to not discuss this issue with anyone, everyone had been afraid that something bad was inevitable.

But, peace was in the air.

Lucas had called to tell her that he would be flying back to Ninwell City in the evening, unaware of what had happened at the hospital.

Rachel hadn't told him either. She was happy that he was coming back.

After she hung up, she turned around only to come face to face with Kevin. She was startled, especially after noticing that his face had gone pale. Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

She pressed her hand to her chest, calming herself. "Kevin, what's up?"

He took a couple of steps towards her. Though his face was pale, his eyes had an odd shine to them. He just started at Rachel, not uttering a word.

She felt scared by his intense gaze feeling that there was something wrong with him.

Taking a step back, she came in contact with a ■d

table. It gave her support.

Rachel asked again, "Kevin, what's the matter?"

Once again, he did not speak. After staring for a while, he finally spoke, his voice cold.

"Have you said anything to anyone else?"

Stunned, Rachel could not understand what he meant. "What are you talking about?"

He pursed his lips and said, "What happened with that patient was an accident... There was nothing wrong with the medicine I prescribed. Her death was not the result of using local medicine instead of imported one."

Rachel did not know what to say. After a few moments of thinking, she said, "I can only say that you know better than I do what medicine should have been prescribed. I only thought that imported medicine could have helped her. I never implied that local one would lead to her death."

He rolled her eyes and smiled, "That's it." However, he still looked a little odd.

"Kevin, are you all right?" Rachel could not help asking.

"I'm fine!" He jumped like a cat when you step on its tail. His expression then changed. "Well, I have to go work now."

Kevin started to walk away in a hurry. But, when he reached the door, he paused, turning to look at her. "It was just an accident!"

Rachel did not know whether the firm admission was for her or himself. ■d

'Kevin doesn't look good. Is he alright?' she wondered.

Still confused, she started sorting through her things.

She picked up a folder whose contents were unorganized. Some papers had fallen on the floor.

Rachel bent down to pick them up, Kevin's words echoing in her mind.

"It was just an accident!" He had said it twice.

Her mind was a mess.

The words constantly roaming around in her mind.

All at once, Rachel began to think of something and her expression started to change.

Just when everyone had put this matter behind them, several policemen stood outside Kevin's office at lunched time.

The executive of the hospital came barreling down the halls. But, he could not stop the police from taking away Kevin. He watched as the doctor wriggled and repeated that they were making a mistake.

The onlookers stared thinking that the bad situation they had feared was finally here. But, why was Kevin being taken away by the police?

As soon as Sheila walked in, everyone realized what was going on. It seemed unnatural for the doctor to be so frightened and excited.

But, if Kevin had a clean conscience, he would not be afraid of the police. The corner of Sheila's ■d

lips curved when she saw him struggling. She shot a cold glance at the executive.

Kevin was then taken away because he was suspected to have committed murder. He would be questioned by the police.

Murder? But, there was no evidence to support it! No one had been murdered!

The executive knew that the patient who had passed away had already been given a funeral.

He had thought things would have gone back to normal now. But, he had underestimated Sheila.

Rage was evident on the executive's face. He had been unsuccessful in stopping the police from taking away Kevin. Had he interfered, he could have been charged with obstruction.

He turned around, his eyes landing on the woman who had caused trouble the other day.

The reality of the situation dawned on him. Biting his lip, he walked towards her. "Miss, what do you want?" he asked.

She smiled. "Justice!" she retorted coldly.

Without giving him a chance to respond, she turned around and walked out after the policemen.

The executive knew that this woman probably had a powerful background.

Otherwise, the policemen would not have arrested the doctor without evidence.

But, he had also not expected that she would go to such lengths.

Kevin was his nephew. ■d

Seeing how things had gotten out of hand, the executive hurried back to his office. Picking up the phone, he dialed the number for the chairman residing abroad. As soon as the call connected, he anxiously greeted, "Hello, Mr. Zhou..."

The hospital buzzed with the event that had taken place that day. Kevin being taken away was a scandal. Patients, doctors, and nurses alike discussed the matter among themselves.

Of course the nurses could not tell the patients anything. They avoided telling them that Kevin had been taken away because a patient had died under his nose.

If such a thing was revealed, it could wreak havoc in the hospital.