Chapter 327:
“Here’s the truth,” Rylie said, her voice low but firm. “These are retired medical veterans with decades of experience. They’re fully qualified doctors. There’s nothing shady about them.”
Selah’s brows furrowed. “Then they’ve completely misunderstood. How could they drag us like this?”
“Leave it to me,” Rylie assured her. “The hospital will come out of this just fine. Go home, rest that ankle, and put on some ointment.”
Selah hesitated. “Are you sure you can deal with all this by yourself?”
“I’m not alone,” Rylie replied. “If I need backup, I’ll call.”
With Rylie’s reassurance, Selah finally let Freddy escort her away, though she kept glancing back in worry.
Meanwhile, Stacey stood at the center of a growing crowd, speaking tearfully into a camera. “I’m a top medical school graduate, and this hospital rejected me! Instead, they hire disabled people with no real education. Isn’t that playing with patients’ lives?”
Several other rejected applicants gathered around her, demanding answers from the hospital with raised voices.
The limping female veteran tried to explain herself and the hospital, but was cornered by unscrupulous reporters eager for dirt. The cameras were almost shoved in her face, and the questions came sharply.
“Do you even have a medical license? With that injured leg, how can you ensure the safety of patients during surgery while keeping up with medical standards?”
Her fists tightened as she rasped out, “Back in the day, we used whatever we had to save lives at sea. With limited supplies, doctors stitched wounds with iron wire if they had to.”
“Did you hear that? What kind of answer is that?!” Stacey barked, provoking laughter from the crowd.
The scarred man standing nearby could no longer bear their mockery. He stepped forward, his voice loud and firm. “Enough! You people have gone too far! We don’t even want this job anymore! Let us go!”
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“Just a pack of disabled veterans chasing money,” someone jeered, their words stoking the fire of anger among the veterans. Yet in their eyes, there was only disappointment for the youth they had once fought to protect.
Amidst the noisy shoving, some media aimed to escalate the situation into a sensational news story, which soon led to a conflict.
“These veterans are attacking people! Help! Police! Where are the police?” someone screamed.
Police cars screeched to a halt, and officers with batons charged in. They ignored the reporters and instead struck at the disabled veterans, who, in their frustration, had accidentally shoved someone.
“Stop this at once! Stop right now!”
A baton landed with a dull thud on the scarred veteran’s back. He let out a grunt but still shielded the limping woman with his crippled right hand. Seeing this, the other veterans erupted with rage.
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