Chapter 2

All eyes turned to Maya.

She cleared her throat and spoke slowly:

"Have you guys seen Breaking Bad? She's exactly like that."

Maya took a deep breath, acting mysterious:

"She makes and sells illegal substances in the hospital basement. I saw it with my own eyes!"

"Maya! That's slander!" I was shaking with rage.

Maya was an intern, a nepotism hire.

At first, she couldn't even find a vein to draw blood.

I taught her step by step, putting in so much effort.

And this is how she repays me?

The officers pressed me down hard.

Click—they handcuffed me.

"Take it for testing immediately!"

The insulin pen I'd been desperately protecting was confiscated.

I shouted at the top of my lungs.

"Please believe me!"

"Take me to that ambulance and the truth will come out!"

I started crying from desperation.

Only eight minutes left!

If something happened to the Mayor, no one could handle the consequences!

The captain glanced at me and stopped the testing personnel.

He told an officer nearby, "Go investigate up ahead."

He helped me up, about to get out of the car.

Maya suddenly screamed:

"Don't go over there! Everyone in that vehicle might be her accomplices! They have guns!"

"If you let her go, it'll be dangerous!"

The atmosphere immediately became tense.

I heard the sound of guns being loaded.

In an instant, I was staring down multiple gun barrels.

I was so angry my chest felt tight. I bit my lip until it bled, tasting blood in my mouth.

"Maya! What do you gain from smearing me like this and hurting me!"

Maya laughed until tears came out.

She moved next to me and whispered:

"Because I need to vent."

"Last time during surgery, I just forgot a gauze sponge in that kid's stomach, and you criticized me in front of the entire department."

"No one's ever dared talk to me like that! I lost all my dignity."

I clenched my fists.

Maya wasn't even qualified to perform surgery independently.

But the hospital director still let her do it, despite my objections.

If I hadn't checked before closing, that gauze would've stayed in that child's stomach!

"You almost killed a child! And you have the nerve to say this?"

"Maya! Do you have a heart? You don't deserve to be a doctor!"

Maya spat in my face.

She took out her phone to record me, but the captain knocked it out of her hand.

"So you're making this up? Maliciously providing false information?"

He questioned Maya coldly.

"I was just speculating. I didn't say I knew everything for sure."

"You guys can't even take a joke."

"This is so boring."

Maya opened a mobile game, turned the volume to maximum, her face full of indifference.

The captain sternly rebuked her:

"Second warning!"

"One more time and I'm taking you in!"

My phone vibrated. A document came through.

From Anderson, the Mayor's secretary—Maya's father.

Worried I might run into trouble, he'd given me the highest clearance.

Along with the document came a text message:

[The Mayor's condition is critical! Get here within five minutes!]