The Way of Love for the Doctor
SEASON 1 Part 14. The incident 1

"You fucking girl!" A woman named Hera pointed at me with fiery eyes. This guy's sick, he's pointing me at fault while he's wrong. I just sat staring at him in my chair not replying to him, while he glared in front of him in the suspect's seat.

"Go out, Miss Hera." The head of the Auditor team asked the woman to come out.

The woman came out still looking at me with hate. Why am I to blame, I do not speak one word but just sit as an observer of this trial. The one who handed down the punishment was the committee, not me.

The committee decided to fire him for committing 2x procedural errors that resulted in the company incurring hundreds of millions of repair costs. To lower the position of Head of Radiology Unit who is his "dark girlfriend", even though I only follow the hearing, while the speaker is the internal auditor and the one who determines the doubt is the committee.

"Doctor Jonny, there's more to say. Hope you can learn from this mistake. I'm not firing you, because when it happened you weren't there. But covering this can't be covered." The chairman of the committee who spoke. The old doctor spoke in a casual tone.

"I accept it, I'll cooperate with the new Head of Unit."

"good. Mr. Director, I think it's over." The trial is over and I want to go home.

"OKAY. Mr. Jonny can come out if that." Doctor Vincent broke up the trial, and we all want to get home right now.

I got out immediately, while the others were still chatting including Dr. Vincent. I went back to my room and wanted to go home soon. It is 4 pm, hopefully not too jammed the road to the outskirts of Jakarta.

Entering the special parking basement and heading to the place where I used to park. An insecure feeling ambushed me, making me keep an eye on the surroundings.

"Snobbish woman! Wanna go home!?" A woman in a black jacket and a black mask quickly approached me. This voice was not that woman named Hera!? I automatically backed off to my car.

He ran towards me. Damnit damnit! Why did he run, before I saw his hand shake! A flash of sharp objects! What is it holding?! Psycho this he intends to harm me.

"Tolooong!" Among my fears I managed to make a sound. Who would look after Mama if I wasn't around, a thought flashed quickly through my mind. His hand moved piercing me, I caught his hand but escaped. That sharp object hit my inner arm that I was wearing to protect my head. I think what he used was some kind of sharp-tipped cutter. My cries of pain echoed with my request for help. But he wasn't satisfied one more prick hit my shoulder.

"Who is that!?" The steps of someone approaching! Someone heard my screams, he immediately ran away, coward.

"Help me..." A parking attendant immediately saw me.

"Mother why?!" I think the wound was deep enough, he pulled it, I didn't dare look at my own arm, which I knew the drops were rushing. If I pass out I won't be able to ask for help, blood doesn't stop pouring. Did he hit the artery. I put as much pressure into the veins above him as I could. The blood on my shoulder made my shirt partially stained with blood.

"Please ER, it was stabbed..." The face of the one who saw me looked more panicked than mine. I'm afraid of blood, but I can't pass out here. I need to reach the ER as soon as possible.

"Let's go..." I walked as quickly as he held me aside. Some of the people who were visitors looked at me in horror. It was a long time ago that the elevator reached the ground floor.

The first elevator door I saw was Andreas! He looked at my condition...

"Why you!" The first thing he did was hold my hand and press my wound.

"Bite..." I've seen the doctor, I'll be fine now. From that moment I tried not to see my own blood now I looked at my hands, saw the blood still dripping profusely, suddenly my legs were limp, my head was spinning and my vision was dark.

"Mell!" I heard his call but I couldn't open my eyes.

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I opened my eyes. The first thing I saw was the ceiling. It's already in the treatment room, my clothes have been changed by the patient.

And beside me all I saw was dr. Vincent. He sat next to my bed and watched me move.

"Cursed." I saw my hand, it was wrapped. And numb it feels.

"It was just the local anesthetic and sedative effect earlier, your left arm artery was stitched because the puncture on it was quite severe. But it's been handled. Who stabbed you?"

"Woman, from her voice I think she's the woman on trial, she's wearing a black jacket and a mask."

"I'd guess. Why did you faint earlier? You got bumped, they didn't find any other injuries besides your arm and shoulder?"

"No I'm afraid of blood."

"You work in a hospital for a dozen years, but you're still afraid of blood." She smiled faintly at my confession, making me grateful to see someone smile at me again. "You're gonna be fine. I'll call the police who are waiting, you need to give a briefing." He raised my bed consciousness before coming out.

The police asked me all sorts of questions about the stabbing, but not for long because they seemed to have come to a conclusion. Shortly after, they left the room.

"What time is it?"

"Hour six."

"Can I go home?"

"Tomorrow, rest here last night. This room will not be filled with patients. The doctor will observe for a while, tomorrow you can go home."

"Can't I just go home, it's just an arm wound. I just can't just move around, can't take antibiotics..."

"No."

"Doc,..." I'd like to say I'd better rest at home by myself.

"No, observation 24 hours after that you can go home. Unarguably. Call your sister, ask her here she can sleep next to you. I'll take you home tomorrow. If you're here all right, is there a nurse to take care of you, or do you want me to take care of you?" He took the bag that was in my drawer and gave it to me.

"Why should you take care of me..." I'm laughing a little.

The bag had a drop of blood. It can't be used anymore.

"I must have been so fucked up earlier..." I was thinking who would take care of Mama if I wasn't around.

"You're safe, that crazy woman is going to jail soon."

"My body is broken..." The shirt I liked suddenly appeared in my memory.

"Your book?"

"My book...I like that shirt..." I thought it would be a nice day, full of flowers, but then I ended up in a patient bed and became a target for murder.

"You okay, sure your head doesn't hit? Why do you even remember your clothes. What's your sedative dose? You have a special allergy?" He directly researched my chart in surprise. Then come forward to me. "How many fingers..." He held out three fingers. I just remembered my broken shirt and thought something was wrong.

"Fifteen! I just remember my favorite dress Doc, there's nothing wrong with my head!" Now I can nag. He immediately shook his head.