"Eddie Murph, what are you doing? Not only are you letting your wife and child face death, but are you also planning to take advantage of the Johanssen Family’s property while you’re at it?"
"For money and your job, you’ve abandoned all sense of decency. You’re utterly despicable!"
His voice grew louder, his words brimming with righteousness as he turned to address the onlookers.
"You don’t need to beg him anymore. I, Robert, will put my reputation and career on the line to save the patient."
"I’m not doing this just because it’s my responsibility as a doctor—I’m doing it because I have a conscience!"
The crowd erupted in applause, their voices filled with admiration for Robert. They praised him as a model doctor, a stark contrast to their growing contempt for me.
I smiled faintly, ignoring the sharp pain in my wrist. I clapped my hands slowly, the sound hollow and unfeeling.
"Well, good luck to you all, then."
Robert shot me a look filled with hatred before turning and walking toward the operating room. The door swung shut behind him and the nurse quickly secured it.