Code Red: I Won't Touch Pregnant Cases

Selena stood beside Adam. They looked like the perfect couple.

"Mr. Crane, Adam is not the kind of man with a questionable character. His integrity is recognized throughout the industry," she said, her voice warm and affectionate.

And there I was, the so-called husband, dressed in caregiver scrubs, cleaning the windows outside the conference room.

"Take me to see the patient. I'll show everyone what true medical skill looks like. I can diagnose any illness with just a glance!"

As Adam passed by, he gave me a disdainful look. "You should learn a thing or two."

I forced a smile and gestured for him to go ahead.

Skipping a thorough examination to diagnose was a cardinal sin in our field. Who was really the one with a lack of morals here?

Inside the consultation room, Adam walked around the bed twice.

Just seeing the patient clutching her abdomen and vomiting, he confidently diagnosed her and immediately chose a treatment plan based on that.

I couldn't help but laugh along with the two other doctors in the room. They were my trusted assistants.

Listening to Selena and Reed heap praise on Adam, they couldn't keep quiet.

"You've been practicing medicine for years. How could you possibly confirm a diagnosis without a thorough examination? Besides, Dr. Stewart mentioned that this patient's symptoms are a bit unusual—"

Selena shot them an impatient look. "Well, Adam graduated from one of the best medical schools abroad. Where did George graduate from? Some no-name private college.

"It's a joke that a third-rate hack like him is even a department head. If I hadn't covered for him, he would've been fired for his lack of qualifications."

Sure, my education wasn't as prestigious as Adam's. I had spent my high school years messing around and not studying.

But my mentor was one of the best in the field, and I dove straight into clinical practice right after graduation.

Degrees meant nothing next to my clinical experience.

I chuckled and said calmly, "Having a high degree doesn't make him qualified to be a doctor. Making wild guesses like that is a violation of medical protocol.

"Selena, if you and Adam are willing to gamble with a patient's life like this, then we're getting a divorce."

I had married her because I was drawn to her sense of responsibility and commitment.

But now, I was just left feeling ridiculous and disappointed.

For Adam, she not only disregarded me, but she was also willing to endanger a patient's life.

We often discussed medical cases and malpractice at home. She knew better than anyone how unreliable it was to diagnose based on surface symptoms.

But now, she was indulging Adam's recklessness.

Selena frowned. "Are you threatening me? George, what makes you think our marriage can control me?"

Adam sneered, his gaze mocking. "What, are my degree and abilities making you feel insecure? Trying to find a sense of self-worth through divorce? George, being inferior doesn't make you a bad person. But belittling others and looking down on them is truly pathetic!"

Then, he smirked. "Oh, right, I almost forgot. You're the shameless kind of person who doesn't even spare a pregnant woman."

Selena didn't say a word in my defense. Instead, she looked at Adam with admiration, as if she had already decided that I was the jealous fool and Adam was the hero who would rescue her from me.

I gave a faint smile, completely disheartened. "Fine, let's divorce."

"You think you're something special? Fine, let's divorce!" she yelled.

…

Selena busied herself making arrangements for Adam.

After all, it was hard for a nepotism hire like him to command any real respect, especially when my own reputation was well-known throughout the hospital.

When Selena saw me, she quickly signed the divorce papers. Her expression was one of disdain, as if I were some kind of dirt.

I didn't bother saying anything more and headed for Reed's office to resign.

My goal had always been to save lives, not to scrub floors.

Just as I stepped into Reed's office, I saw him looking awkward, speaking with a man.

When the man saw me, he immediately became agitated and grabbed my hand with urgency.

"Dr. Stewart! Please save my daughter!" The man, in his 50s, looked heartbroken, though he still exuded an air of wealth and class.

Frowning, I asked for the details.

The man, Cody Booth, had been referred to me because I had previously treated a similar condition successfully.

I hesitated for a moment. It was a tricky case, but I had experience with it. I was willing to try.

Just as I was about to go see the patient, Adam and Selena barged in.

Adam grabbed my wrist and threw me aside with a harsh shove, sneering. "Patients don't want to be touched by people like you.

"Hi, sir. This is the doctor who molested a pregnant woman. He's been reassigned to caregiver duties."