"Celestine, you know my son urgently needs a bone marrow transplant," Emerald began, her voice quivering with sorrow. "I just made a foolish mistake. When I drew blood from Tamara, I did a matching test, too." She wiped her tears, continuing dramatically. "To my surprise, heaven blessed us, and our children are a perfect match."
"I originally intended to use peripheral blood for collection so Tamara wouldn't be harmed. But the machine for the procedure broke, and that intern nurse—she went ahead and used the pelvic method without my knowledge."
Emerald glanced at the young intern nurse, who looked like she had just graduated. Her face turned pale as she heard Emerald's words.
"I'll go and fire her immediately. Please, Celestine, just agree to let us collect the peripheral blood."
The intern's eyes widened in shock. "Dr. Winston, you told me to use the bone—"
"Enough!" Emerald snapped, her voice cutting through the intern's protest. "You've made such a grave mistake and still want to argue? If I record this in your performance evaluation, no hospital will ever want you!"
The terrified intern fled in tears, too frightened to defend herself further.