Stuck in you

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."

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.

an excuse to cover

"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

response. With the phone still on her ear, Rachel silently listened to the dial

head throbbing. She hadn't even slept last night because of all the work she

had left her restless. Recalling her past twenty years as a doctor, she could not remember a time when she had been under this

her

could help Sheila investigate

of the team since the beginning. She couldn't tell who was right

could not point the finger at Kevin. She could only fill

phone out and dialed the executive. When she spoke, her voice was a little hoarse. Coughing twice, she

next day, the patient who had passed just three nights ago

had new patients to attend to every day, new families came in who did

executive had ordered them to not discuss this issue with anyone,

was

flying back to Ninwell

was happy that he was

up, she turned around only to come face to face with

her chest, calming herself. "Kevin,

towards her. Though his face was pale, his eyes had an odd shine to them. He

by his intense gaze feeling that there

back, she came in contact with a table. It gave her

again, "Kevin, what's the

he did not speak. After staring for a while, he finally spoke, his

said anything

what he meant. "What are you

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

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

eyes and smiled, "That's it."

right?" Rachel could

jumped like a cat when you step on its tail. His expression then changed.

But, when he reached the door, he

did not know whether the firm admission was for

look good. Is he alright?' she

she started sorting through

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

up, Kevin's

accident!" He had said