"Hello, I’m Jonathan Shaw’s mother. I’m here to pick him up."
Zoe Shaw wore a sincere smile, explaining her identity to the school guard, but she still couldn’t get in.
"It’s not dismissal time yet. Please call the child’s homeroom teacher to confirm," the guard said.
"I really am Jonathan’s mother. You can look it up. I already told his homeroom teacher, but she might be busy right now and isn’t answering her phone. Just let me in."
The guard looked at her warily, sizing Zoe up before flipping through his records. He still refused to let her pass. Strict regulations were in place regarding the safety of the children on campus. Despite her explanations, Zoe was firmly denied entry. She stood at the gate, feeling a bit exasperated.
Not far away on the playground, quite a commotion broke out. A little girl who had been playing on the field suddenly collapsed to the ground. Her face turned pale, and she began convulsing violently. Teachers and students gathered around her, completely at a loss, waiting for the school doctor to arrive.
Zoe’s eyes sharpened. She immediately pulled her medical license from her bag and flashed it at the security guard. "Look, that child is dying. I’m a doctor, and here’s my license. Hurry up and let me in to save her! It’s a matter of life and death!"
Startled, the guard glanced at Zoe’s ID, checked her face to ensure they matched, and quickly opened the gate.
"Hurry," she urged.
Zoe sprinted all the way over. After checking the child’s condition, she took out a set of silver needles from the medical kit she carried with her. Her fingertips flew across several acupoints, inserting the needles with speed and precision. With a twist of two fingers, color actually began returning to the child’s face.
A moment later, a teacher rushed over with the school doctor. Seeing the scene, they immediately shouted, "Are you trying to kill her?!"
Zoe’s expression was grave. She simply had no time to respond. Sweat beaded on her forehead as she applied several techniques, forcefully pulling the child back from Death’s Door.
Meanwhile, the school doctor stood off to the side, staring in astonishment at hands that moved so fast they were practically a blur. Having practiced medicine for many years, she had never seen this kind of technique and had no idea what Zoe was doing. Anger boiled up from her chest. "Stop it! I’ve already called the police. If anything happens to this child because of you, you’ll be held legally responsible!" This chapter is updated first at g.com.
The school doctor immediately took out her phone to call the cops, not forgetting to instruct the teacher beside her to pull Zoe away.
"If you delay this, she really will die!" Zoe shouted angrily, her cold glare frightening the teacher into withdrawing her hand. She pulled a pill bottle from her bag, shook out a few pills, and fed them to the child.
As the medicine took effect, the child’s flushed face suddenly scrunched up, her chest heaving heavily. A few seconds later, she coughed sharply twice, and her breathing actually steadied. Zoe stood up, feeling relieved as she watched the little girl’s complexion gradually return to normal. Fortunately, she was out of danger.
The nearby school doctor saw the child stop moving and her expression changed drastically. With trembling hands, she pointed at Zoe. "You actually killed the child! Someone come quickly, grab this quack! We’re sending her to the police station!"
At these words, the surrounding teachers instantly turned pale. The crowd glared fiercely at Zoe, forming a circle around her. This was bad!
Standing nearby, Jonathan Shaw suddenly noticed the commotion. Without a second thought, he ran over and placed his finger under the girl’s nose to check for breathing. "She’s not dead. She just fell asleep!"
Even so, the school doctor remained wary, refusing to let it go, treating Zoe as if she were some heinous criminal. A teacher wiped away a cold sweat. Knowing that Zoe had saved the child, she stepped forward as a peacemaker.
"Although the child has been treated for now, you aren’t part of our school staff. We’re very grateful for your help, but please cooperate with us and stay here until the police arrive."
Zoe’s gaze was unreadable, but she nodded and took out her medical license again. "All right, Miss. Here is my license. You can take a look. Please rest assured, I’m really not a fraud."
The teacher took the license from Zoe’s hand. It didn’t look like a fake. Hesitating, she walked over to the school doctor. The two whispered to each other for a moment, coming to a conclusion after their discussion. The teacher quickly walked back to Zoe and informed her of the result of their deliberation: they would wait for the ambulance to arrive and examine the child before deciding how to handle the situation.
Zoe stood rooted to the spot, her thoughts swirling as she recalled the little girl’s symptoms. Wasn’t this illness severe aplastic anemia? The medicine she had just fed her was the newly developed AH pill, created specifically for this disease.
Another teacher, the little girl’s homeroom teacher, approached. She couldn’t help but sigh. Looking at the unconscious child, a flash of pity crossed her eyes. "Jean Warren is so pitiful. To contract such a difficult disease at such a young age... Her family finally managed to win the enrollment lottery to send her to this top-tier school. The annual tuition alone is already an unbearable burden for them, but now that she has this complicated illness, it can’t be treated without hundreds of thousands a year."
The school doctor wore a worried expression, feeling somewhat indignant. "Yes. I can see you study medicine too. Don’t you know? The drug produced by Shaw Pharma for this disease has increased in price almost every year for the past five years! Now it costs up to fifty thousand per treatment course!"
Shaw Pharma?! Fifty thousand?!
Zoe furrowed her delicate brows, murmuring to herself, "This drug has been out for five years?"
The school doctor shook her head helplessly. "Yes..."
Zoe clenched her jaw. She finally realized how much dirty money Charles Shaw had pocketed over the years, and a wave of uncontrollable anger surged within her. How could Charles be so heartless as to profit off life-saving medicine? From the looks of it, there seemed to be no leading enterprise in the country that could keep him in check.
Furthermore, Zoe vaguely remembered that her father had only just put this drug into research and development back then; it couldn’t possibly have undergone extensive clinical trials yet. If patients took it, the risks had to be enormous. Hearing this situation, did Charles have people bring out a drug that hadn’t passed its final inspections to make money right after her father died? He was thoroughly heartless!
As if remembering something, the school doctor added, "Sigh, I heard this drug also has side effects. But there’s no helping it. There are no other choices. If these people don’t take it, they’ll die!"
Zoe’s heart tightened, and she subconsciously clenched her fists. Back when she was abroad, Zoe had only heard that Charles was utterly unconscionable, using the Shaw Group to rake in money. But she never imagined he was doing it like this! To make a profit, he completely disregarded human life! Who knew how many families he had crushed! No wonder the prestige and trust of the Shaw Group’s medical division had been continuously dropping among common folk in recent years, with many even anonymously reporting Shaw Pharma. This kind of unscrupulous corporate behavior had almost completely ruined the good reputation her father had built while he was alive!
Zoe’s face darkened terrifyingly, and she didn’t say a word.
Soon, the ambulance arrived.
Zoe pushed down her suppressed thoughts. Only after personally seeing Jean Warren into the ambulance did she finally feel at ease.