Still, Jordin didn't care at all.
"Quit pretending to be some saint!"
"She can still move, can't she? If she's reacting, she's not dying. So why waste such expensive medicine on her?"
But the entire medical bill had clearly already been paid in advance!
Did Jordin even spend a single cent on it?
She was obviously planning to pocket the drugs and sell them on the black market!
A glint flashed in Jordin's eyes, revealing a murderous intent.
"At this point, the only way is to silence her for good. If you really save her, my career is over!"
As soon as she finished speaking, she swung the scalpel again.
I threw my arm up to protect Francesca, but the blade sliced through me. Jordin, in a wild frenzy, stabbed me repeatedly without hesitation.
A sharp pain tore through my chest as more and more blood stained my white coat.
My vision blurred and I saw Zyler rushing over in a panic.
His face was frantic as he grabbed Jordin.
"Jordin, stop! The hospital surveillance is recording everything!"
Faintly, I heard hurried footsteps echoing down the hallway.
Had I been reborn only to fail in revenge and lose my life instead?
Just then, the ward door was thrown open.
I forced my eyes up and saw the emergency team rushing into the room.
As they drew closer, Zyler turned and snarled at me with a vicious threat.
"Jessica, if you want to walk out of this room alive, keep your mouth shut!"
"Or face the consequences!"
The emergency team burst into the room, alarms from medical equipment blaring around them.
They quickly stopped beside Zyler and Jordin.
"We received an emergency call. Who needs resuscitation?"
The two of them stood in the way, completely blocking the view of Francesca and me in the corner.
Jordin immediately clutched her chest, leaning weakly into Zyler's arms.
Her voice trembled as she gasped.
"It's me ... I'm having an allergic reaction. I can't breathe … "
She acted like she was in pain, but moved quickly toward the stretcher, ready to climb on.
I rushed to the medical team and grabbed Jordin's wrist.
"You're faking it!"
"This is emergency equipment, not your personal stage!"
I turned to the medics for help.
Seeing me covered in blood, they quickly began bandaging my wounds.
"The one who really needs help is that little girl over there."
"She's in anaphylactic shock. Please save her immediately!"
Zyler immediately cut in, "Jordin's condition is more critical. She must be saved first!"
Then he turned on me with a sharp reprimand.
"Jessica, are you really going to risk Jordin's life just because of a personal grudge?"
"That little brat is already beyond saving. Why waste resources on her?"
"You'd better get your priorities straight. Do you even understand who matters more here?"
He even pressured and threatened the emergency responders.
"If Jordin's treatment is delayed and she ends up with complications, I'll report your entire department!"
Intimidated by his authority as the chief doctor, the medics hurriedly lifted Jordin onto a stretcher.
"Are there any other patients in critical condition? We have one more stretcher."
"Me!"
Zyler clutched his chest. "My heart's acting up. I might be having a heart attack. Get me to the ER now."
Another faker!
The emergency team had only two stretchers and the medical staff were already occupied with Jordin.
Now Zyler was trying to hog the last one.
I shielded Francesca with my body, gritting my teeth as I argued with the paramedics.
"If you don't save this little girl today, her father will make sure you pay for it!"
"Don't say I didn't warn you. That man is ruthless. If anything happens, your lives will be at risk!"
