ICU Livestream: My Ex-Wife and My Subordinate

As they witnessed the heartbreaking scene, the medical staff's eyes reddened, and even some nurses furtively wiped away their tears.

"I want to save Erica too, but rules are rules. That's the hospital's limit. Maybe this is just fate. As for your daughter, that's not my concern," I said with a sigh, though my eyes never left the screen.

As the live stream viewers surged, I couldn't help smiling. Most had come for the doctor-patient drama, and the comments were full of insults and questions, but I didn't care. In live streams, popularity mattered most.

The sight of me staring at my phone seemed to enrage the crowd in the hospital even more.

A senior doctor, accompanied by an intern, pointed at me. "Rika, remember this. This is what a cautionary example looks like. This kind of person doesn't even have basic medical ethics. He's thrown away everything our profession stands for."

"Why don't you go?" I snapped, lifting my head to glare at the senior doctor. "I just finished a major surgery. How am I supposed to walk in there? Would you only be satisfied if I got infected too?"

Even the usually self-righteous Michelle fell to her knees in front of everyone. "Felix, I'm begging you. The woman in the isolation room is your wife. Back when you were a struggling resident, Erica told me she didn't care that you were poor—she cared about you as a person.

"Even if you can't go in now, you are the one who knows this virus best. You could at least guide them from outside.'"

Lionel quickly chimed in, "Exactly, Dr. Dahmer. You're the leading expert on this. Don't worry—we'll take every precaution to keep you safe."

I stayed still, staring at my phone. The live stream comments had by now shifted from skepticism to full-on insults.

"He started as a regular resident and somehow became the hospital director, probably through his father-in-law. Now that he has power, he doesn't even care about basic medical ethics. He's worse than a scammer—at least they bother to say a few kind words."

"Med school was a waste on him—he can't even match a vet."

As the insults scrolled by like wildfire, I didn't even flinch. I let out a soft chuckle and addressed the camera casually, "Thanks for your attention and support, everyone. Don't forget to like, follow, and tip if you want. Feel free to upgrade to a premium membership."

A young doctor suddenly charged at me, knocking my phone to the floor. "Are you out of your mind? Your ex-wife's life is on the line in isolation, and you're live-streaming for tips?"

I looked at him coolly. "What's it to you? That's my ex-wife, not yours. Why are you getting so worked up?"

I glanced at him, picked up my phone, and went back to scrolling, casually checking the tips coming in from viewers.

"She's in trouble! Dr. Scarver's blood oxygen just dropped! Her vital signs are failing rapidly! If we don't intervene, she won't last half an hour! Dr. Dahmer, are you really going to just watch her die?" Lionel shouted in terror.

He shook the monitor violently, staring at me with bloodshot eyes.

"Is this what doctors have become? Where's the humanity? He calls himself a husband, but he's nothing more than a beast," someone muttered from the crowd.

I shrugged lightly. "What's the problem? I'm not going in. Erica is my ex-wife. If you're this worked up, I hope it's not because of some hidden connection with her."