Still, I dragged myself through a snowstorm to the hospital, working from dusk till dawn to save both the mother and child.
Thanks to my efforts, the patient survived, and Beatrice escaped catastrophe. The tycoon, unwilling to make trouble after his sister and nephew were safe, let her off with only a light punishment.
Had Beatrice endured the criticism and learned from her mistakes, she might have had a chance to continue her career.
But she had been pampered by my boyfriend, Darwin all her life, never enduring a single grievance. Faced with a tidal wave of insults online, she chose instead to drown herself in the river.
...
When I arrived at the hospital that day, Beatrice was slumped outside the operating room, sobbing.
Inside, my colleagues were frantic, their surgical gowns soaked with blood.
"This is your fault! Your hands were trembling, yet you insisted on that ridiculous one-handed stunt!"
"Just because Dr. Jenson brought you in, you think you can do whatever you want?"
"Now look what you've done—we're barely keeping the patient alive. If her brother finds out, none of us will survive in this profession!"
From within the OR, the monitor gave a shrill "beep-beep-beep."