When She Stops Being Dramatic

Chapter 113: Chapter 58: The Downtrodden Wife of the ’50s (58)

Doctor Zheng’s face was grim. She sneered, "Fine. Every minute you delay is another minute your baby is in danger. You’re an adult. You need to take responsibility for your own actions, so don’t go blaming everything on the doctors and nurses."

After about half a minute, a nurse came in. "Doctor Zheng, the family member signed the forms. We can proceed with the surgery!"

Doctor Zheng nodded, told the others to get everything ready, and signaled a young nurse to administer the anesthetic.

But Zhu Yun snatched the syringe and jabbed it into Doctor Zheng, screaming, "I don’t want the surgery! Someone’s trying to murder me!"

The nurses rushed forward, but Zhu Yun bolted out of the room, snatching the consent form on her way out.

"Stop her!" Doctor Zheng’s eyes flew open as she barked the order.

But who would have expected this from a pregnant woman? Just moments ago, she had been wheeled in, writhing in pain. Now, she was nimbly dodging everyone trying to surround her. She threw open the operating room door, and just like that, she resumed her staggering gait.

Chu Shenyu had just sprinted all the way to the hospital. He hadn’t even had a chance to catch his breath when Mrs. Chu told him a nurse had just made her sign a consent form for surgery.

The nurse had been insistent, saying it was a matter of two lives and there was no time to waste.

Panicked, Mrs. Chu could only grit her teeth and sign. She kept pleading with the nurse, "Please, save both the mother and the child if you can! But if you really can’t... save the mother!"

When she saw her son arrive, Mrs. Chu’s legs gave out, and she nearly collapsed. "Shen Yu, I’m so sorry," she sobbed. "I couldn’t protect your wife..."

The words were barely out of her mouth when Zhu Yun’s wretched scream rang out as she stumbled toward them. "Chu Shenyu! Mom! Someone’s trying to kill me..."

Chu Shenyu supported one with each arm, his face ashen. "What’s going on?"

"My stomach only hurt for a little while. I’m not in pain anymore. The baby even kicked me just now! But the doctor held me down to give me an anesthetic, trying to force me into surgery!"

Zhu Yun said furiously, "You didn’t see it! The moment I went in, she started pressing hard on my stomach. Hah! Even if there was nothing wrong with me, she could have pressed hard enough to cause a miscarriage..."

Chu Shenyu was a top technical expert at the machinery factory, a man of exceptional status.

Among the family members who had followed them to the hospital was the wife of one of the factory leaders. After Zhu Yun was taken to the operating room, she had immediately gone to find Director Hu of the Obstetrics and Gynecology department.

Director Hu arrived with a few interns in tow, just a moment after Chu Shenyu.

"What’s going on?" Director Hu asked, furrowing his brow.

Zhu Yun quickly handed him the form. "Doctor, look! A nurse just tricked my mother-in-law into signing this to operate on me! My baby isn’t even seven months along. I just got a scare and had a stomachache for a bit."

"I don’t know what’s wrong with the doctors in your hospital. She insisted I must have hit my stomach, came over and started pressing on it, checked my pulse, and then ordered a surgical delivery!"

The moment Director Hu saw the number on the form, his expression changed.

Surgeries required signed consent from a family member, and the information disclosed on the forms varied depending on the type and severity of the procedure.

Therefore, each department had different types of forms. For efficiency, staff usually just called them out by name or number.

Form Number Three from the Ob/Gyn department was one that made even the doctors and nurses, who handled dozens or even hundreds of cases a day, turn pale at its mention. This was because it contained one additional clause that other forms lacked: if the surgery became critical, the uterus could be removed to save the pregnant woman’s life.

Form Number Two was identical, except for that single sentence.

So, if a doctor requested this specific form, there was basically an eighty percent chance that the patient’s uterus would have to be removed.

Yet here this woman was, standing perfectly fine in front of him. There wasn’t a single trace of blood on her pants. She didn’t look at all like someone who needed surgery.

Director Hu turned to Doctor Zheng, who had just caught up, favoring her left leg. "Doctor Zheng, can you explain this to me?"

Doctor Zheng’s face was grim. She knew it was over.

She said resignedly, "This patient kept screaming that she was in terrible pain. Her emotional state was highly unstable, which may have affected my diagnosis."

Zhu Yun scoffed. "What patient facing surgery *doesn’t* get emotional? So because it ’affected’ you, you get to remove my uterus, and I’m supposed to apologize and say I had it coming?" frёeweɓηovel.coɱ

"Is this the attitude of you doctors? If this is the case, we might as well give birth at home! At least I’d still be a whole woman. One trip to the hospital and my womb is gone. What am I supposed to do then?"

"Don’t think that just because I’m from the countryside, I don’t know what a hysterectomy is!"

"If I hadn’t run out, if I’d let your half-dozen nurses stop me, I might not even be alive right now! And you just brush it off with some flimsy excuse about being ’influenced’? This was attempted murder! Shouldn’t you be punished for that?"

Chu Shenyu looked at Director Hu. "Director, I suspect Doctor Zheng was abusing her position to settle a personal score, attempting to murder my wife on the operating table. I will be requesting that the comrades from the Public Security Bureau launch an investigation."