They called out to me, "Dr. Moran, this patient, who was confused, mentioned you as her sister and insisted you treat her."
I walked out with my coffee and waved my hand. "Sorry, my shift is over. Please find the on-duty doctor."
Lily wasn't in serious trouble. She had just fainted from anemia.
In my previous life, I had noticed the needle marks on her arm and asked her what had happened.
She had refused to tell me, and I had desperately searched for clues to understand the truth.
She complained about me being a nuisance, insisting, "Can't you just leave me alone? My problems don't concern you. It's just a bit of blood donation. I'll recover by eating some meat."
Donating a bit of blood might not be a big deal, but being a regular blood donor for someone else was significant.
It was especially true with Lauri's unstable condition. If something went wrong, Cole would draw Lily's blood.
Lily wanted to impress Cole and would do whatever he asked, always available.
Frequent blood draws could have irreversible effects on her body's blood production system.
The next day, I returned to the hospital and saw that Lily's hospital bed was surrounded by flowers and supplements.