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Chapter 973

Chapter 973:
“Indeed, Mr. Clark. You need not worry. Dr. Wright will be fine!” the hospital director said hurriedly.
Medical professionals often faced perilous circumstances, and accidental exposures such as this were, regrettably, part of the deal. Upon hearing these reassurances, Lucas gradually relaxed his grip on Belinda.
His eyes, cold and sharp as honed steel, bore into the hospital director. With gritted teeth and a voice laced with barely contained fury, he demanded, “How did this happen? Why was there no preliminary blood screening before the operation?”
Under Lucas’ piercing scrutiny, the director felt an oppressive weight settle heavily upon his chest, rendering each breath a laborious effort. Breathing heavily, he said, “It was because… Well…”
Belinda interjected, “It was an urgent procedure. The patient suffered a cardiac rupture coupled with tamponade. His life hung in the balance. We could not afford the delay for any test results. We consulted his family, and they signed a declaration confirming he had no infectious diseases. None of us could have anticipated this outcome.”
Although she spoke with poise, a subtle quiver underlined her every word, betraying the lingering shock beneath her professional facade.
Lucas’ expression darkened even further.
Without hesitation, he turned to Gordon, his tone cutting like a blade. “Detain the patient’s family. Ensure they face the consequences they deserve!”
He practically forced the words through clenched teeth.
“Understood.” Gordon swiftly departed to carry out the command. The hospital director, Caiden, and the resident doctor all paled at Lucas’ directive.
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They were unable to fathom that Lucas would audaciously issue such an order for an arrest without caring about the law.
After a tense silence, Caiden spoke to Belinda and her colleague, his tone softening. “Take the next twenty-eight days to recuperate at home. Consider it a period of convalescence. Your mental well-being is paramount during this time.”
The emergency medication for HIV exposure needed to be taken continuously for twenty-eight days. Only after that would conclusive tests reveal whether infection had occurred.
“Okay,” the resident physician replied with a nod, his voice subdued.
Lucas then turned to Belinda, his voice gentle yet firm. “Let’s go home.”
Belinda looked at him. “I need to transfer my patients’ cases to the other doctors. There are still several individuals under my care—”
Caiden interjected, “That can wait until tomorrow.”
The director hastily nodded, his voice urgent, “Yes, yes. Dr. Wright, please prioritize your health. You can do that tomorrow.”
Belinda paused for a brief moment, weighing her responsibilities against her need for rest, before finally nodding in reluctant agreement.
“Let’s go,” she said to Lucas, her voice steadier now.
Lucas intertwined his fingers with hers, guiding her toward the exit.
But as they reached the doorway, he halted abruptly.
Turning back, his gaze icy and penetrating, he said to the director and Caiden in a tone colder than frost, “Your hospital is not without fault in this matter. If Belinda emerges unscathed, I will let this incident slide. But should anything happen to her… I will hold Grand Plains General Hospital accountable. And the price you pay will be steep.”
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