Chapter 427 Punishment

Knox's voice held a trace of regret, and it seemed to weigh heavily on the room. The other doctors, though professional, shared the same unspoken wish that every patient could be saved from pain and suffering.

A doctor who gives their all but cannot save a patient can take comfort in knowing they did everything possible.

But when a life is lost because of someone else's error, that is what truly breaks a doctor's heart.

Suzanna watched Cameron, unconscious on the operating table. A sense of relief eased the tension in her chest. Though he was still coughing up blood, Suzanna believed it was just the lingering effect of the dry needling the body's energy still in motion.

At least now, he didn't hear Knox's words.

Sean stood nearby, his eyes clouded with regret. Cameron had once been his pride and joy, the son he had always hoped for. Now, here he was, lying on the table...

"Knox, what's Cameron's situation?"

"Even if we can't save his legs, we must save his life. And ... he can't be paralyzed, either."

Cameron was still so young. He was barely 30 years old. The prime years of his life-spent in anoveldrama

wheelchair. Suzanna couldn't imagine the toll that would take on him.

If he were to spend the rest of his days in a hospital bed, it would be worse than death.

After all, he was her brother. How could she stand by and let him fall to such a fate?

"Suzanna, tell me the truth," Sean asked, his voice tight. "The massage you gave him-why didn't you continue? It was clearly working."

"The massage and the ancient aromatherapy were both helping his legs. They were bringing life back to the nerve endings. But if you stop too soon, it only makes things worse. The necrosis speeds up. "You understand the basic medical principles behind this," Knox said, a furrow forming on his brow. Though he held Suzanna in high regard for her talent, this was something she should have known, especially given her success with the meridian suturing surgery.

But he could see her reasoning.

With so many others present, perhaps she wanted him to clarify for the group.

His gaze softened as he removed his gloves.

He gently patted Suzanna's head, his voice quiet but filled with sympathy.

"Suzanna, when Cameron wakes up, try to comfort him. As long as someone is alive, there's still hope. "Though, he may have missed his chance for light ...

Knox had just finished speaking and was preparing to leave.

He only came because Suzanna

asked him to. His real job was the dry needling technique the Stirland medical team was working on It was in the operating room right across.

He was more curious about the result of that operation.

But then a woman showed up and got in his way.

Her presence was unexpected, and her gaze was intense

She was in her 50s-the same woman Suzanna had interrupted earlier. Ingrid.

Sean, noticing her erratic behavior, moved forward instinctively, ready to intervene.

But Ingrid didn't give him the chance.

In her hand, she held a sharp surgical scalpel. Without warning, she pressed it against the throat of a nearby doctor.

Mr. Norman, caught completely off guard, was pulled toward Ingrid.

Mr. Norman cursed himself internally. Never stand too close. Danger can strike in an instant.

Ingrid's voice cut through the tension. "Stay back.

"I might not get out of this alive," she continued, her tone frantic. "But I will expose the truth, no matter what!

"Suzanna, now that Cameron is paralyzed, while he's unconscious, it's time you come clean. About stealing Mel's 'Slumber Incense,' the one she worked on for years.

"You think you're the one who's been helping him? The real person who spent every night working to heal Mr. Cameron's legs, trying to help him walk again, was Melody. Your family always ignored her, looked down on her!

"She's the one who made that incense. She's the one who developed the massage therapy. Come on, why don't you come clean about it? Scared?

"Melody came back to the Shields,

working herself to the bone for family, and you've been taking the glory all along. Even a stray dog wouldn't act with such cruelty.

"Admit it. Cameron's legs could have healed, but he trusted you. And now look at him-paralyzed because of that trust!"

Ingrid held Mr. Norman in place, and no one dared move. They let her rant, each word more shocking than the last.

Knox's face darkened as Ingrid's words hit their mark.

He knew Cameron's legs had once had a chance to recover.

If Ingrid's claims were true, then everything Knox had suspected about Cameron's condition made perfect sense.

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