Zyler's face instantly darkened. He strode over and suddenly kicked me hard in the stomach.
A deep, bone-chilling pain immediately spread through me.
Before I could react, another kick sent both Francesca and me crashing to the ground.
I wrapped my arms tightly around her, shielding her as my back slammed against the floor.
By now, Francesca had fallen into a deep coma and the heart rate monitor blared a danger alarm.
I quickly signaled for an emergency rescue, but Jordin sauntered over at a leisurely pace.
"Jessica, saving a life comes at a price."
"Lick my shoe clean and I'll tell Zyler to give you the epinephrine."
Zyler not only didn't stop Jordin from humiliating me, but he also made fun of me.
"Jessica, if you waste any more time, that little girl's really gonna die."
My eyes burned red as I trembled and crouched down.
Jordin shoved her foot in front of me and sneered loudly.
"Make sure you lick it clean. Not even a speck of dust should be left!"
After enduring the humiliation, just as she picked up the epinephrine and was about to hand it to me …
She suddenly raised her arm and hurled it against the wall. The vial shattered, scattering the medicine everywhere.
"You're such an idiot. Did you really think I'd save her?"
"She ended up in my hands. That's just her fate!"
That woman was a monster!
If we weren't in a hospital, I'd tear her mouth apart!
My hand incidentally brushed against the emergency call button on my scrubs and I immediately pressed it.
"Tsk, looks like she's really dead."
Jordin glanced at Francesca's heart monitor. The line had already gone flat.
Zyler spoke indifferently, "Then we'll just wheel her to the morgue later. No point taking up a bed."
How could he be so callous with human life?
I held Francesca tightly in my arms, attaching the last portable oxygen bag to her.
When I checked her carotid artery, my eyes widened in relief.
There was still a faint pulse!
That's when I realized the electrodes from the monitor had come loose. It was a false alarm.
Thankfully, I had prepared a special antidote beforehand to treat allergic reactions in emergencies like this.
An injection would quickly relieve drug allergy symptoms.
It could also buy critical time for treatment.
I frantically searched through my medical kit but couldn't find that antidote anywhere.
"I could've sworn I packed it. Where is it?"
My anxiety spiked. I turned to Zyler and Jordin, yelling at them.
"Did you take my medicine?"
"Where's the antidote? Give it to me now!"
Jordin raised a brow. "Control your emotions, or that little girl will die even faster."
"Jordin, you stole my antidote! Give it back!"
She shrugged smugly.
"Stole? You'd better have proof."
"Isn't she just a minor city little punk? No one cares if she dies."
"This is her karma, stop wasting your effort!"
My rage boiled over. I shouted furiously.
"Francesca Herrera is not someone you can touch!"
"If anything happens to her, tearing you limb from limb would be letting you off easy!"
"I'll say it one more time, give me the antidote!"
Jordin scoffed at my words.
"So what if she's from the city? This is a metropolis hospital, not some gangster playground."
"Besides, she's still breathing, isn't she? Why waste a ten-thousand-dollar imported shot on her?"
To prove her twisted logic, she suddenly pulled out a scalpel and slashed Francesca's arm.
The girl's body jerked instinctively in response.
Blood instantly gushed from the wound.
I shouted in rage, "Jordin, have you lost your mind? She'll bleed out at this rate!"
