Sometimes, I even paid out of my own pocket and took on the responsibility just to fight death for my life.
It was not until Terry, a middle age woman, from the same village found me that I immediately determined that her son, Loyd Morales, had intracranial vascular sclerosis and needed immediate surgery.
However, I did not receive any words of gratitude after the operation. They even secretly transferred me to another hospital because Loyd's intracranial nerves and blood vessels ruptured due to the bumpy journey.
However, Terry and her family blamed me for everything.
“My child just has a fever and a cold, you quack doctor!” She yelled. “If only I had listened to Dr. Bethany. She told me a long time ago that my child just had a common cold and would be fine after a few days of intravenous drips.
“You better go to hell!”
It turned out that all this was Bethany Marsh's masterpiece.
Bethany was my junior. In order to take care of the patients' feelings, she always downplayed serious illnesses and prescribed some seemingly effective medicines.