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Chapter 336 You Don't Deserve to Be a Doctor
Zhang Zetao grabbed Song Yanqing's wrist and asked sternly, "Why is this happening?"

"Why? How should I know why? It's just an illegitimate child, it's gone and that's it, why ask why?" Song Yanqing looked at the man with disdain. He thinks about his son all day long, he doesn't even care about his moral bottom line.

It's a shame she even reflected on herself after their divorce; all her infatuation was simply wasted.

After saying that, Song Yanqing shook off Zhang Zetao's wrist and strode out of the room with her head held high.

Tang Jinmei was stunned. It took her a long time to burst into tears. She didn't say anything, just sobbed. She was a newlywed wife, and Zhang Zetao was almost ten years older than her. How could he not feel sorry for her?

"If you want to report it, then go ahead and report it!" Zhang Zetao conceded.

He couldn't force Tang Jinmei just for his own sake; after all, the child in her womb wasn't just his.

Tang Jinmei shook her head. "No, I'm afraid. I'm afraid she'll turn around and report you. We're husband and wife now. I can't ignore you. What's the point of me getting revenge if something happens to you?"

She nestled in the man's arms, saying, "This child was indeed conceived before your divorce, so we were never in the right."

Zhang Zetao stroked her arm, "There will be more in the future."

"But she shouldn't have done this! If she has any grievances, she can take them out on me and you. Why take them out on the children, our children!" Tang Jinmei cried out hoarsely.

Song Yanqing stood by the window, the cold wind blowing incessantly into her face. To be honest, the loss of the child had nothing to do with her. She may not have done her best, but she had followed the procedures to help Tang Jinmei maintain the pregnancy.

In the end, it just couldn't be saved.

Song Yanqing comforted herself in this way.

Deng Aiguo, however, did not think so. "Dr. Song, I always thought you were someone who could distinguish right from wrong, which is why I asked you to help Tang Jinmei with her pregnancy. If you hadn't criticized Dr. Xu and others so righteously time and time again, I would never have made such a decision."

Song Yanqing opened her mouth, "Dean Deng, I did not settle a personal score. My professional ethics do not allow me to do such a despicable thing."

Deng Aiguo was furious. "Dr. Song, do you dare say you did your best in the treatment?"

Song Yanqing pursed her lips. "I just did what I could!"

Deng Aiguo pointed to the ward where Jiang Chengxu was located, "Dr. Xu and Comrade Jiang Chengxu have a personal grudge, so she refused to treat Comrade Jiang Chengxu because she was afraid that she would not do her best. This is the highest moral standard."

If you insist on not doing this job today, I will not force you. But since you accepted the job, why did you make such a mistake?

He took out the prescription. "Didn't you even ask the patient if she had any other discomfort, as you would in a routine diagnosis? She has a cold and a slight fever, you know that?"

Song Yanqing was shocked, but she turned her face away and said confidently, "Didn't her own man know that she had a cold and a low-grade fever? She said she was just here to protect the pregnancy, and didn't say anything else. How would I know?"

If it were a regular patient, she would definitely follow the normal procedure of observation, auscultation, inquiry, and palpation, and at the very least, she wouldn't overlook the patient's low-grade fever.

Deng Aiguo was very disappointed. "Dr. Song, I always thought you were very progressive and a role model in the hospital. You have always played a leading role in your work. But what you did today is really disappointing."

Song Yanqing couldn't stand such words. "This is the only time I've made a mistake in all these years, and it's a special case."

Deng Aiguo said, "The more special the circumstances, the more a person's character can be revealed. If you didn't usually demand so much of others, I probably wouldn't have entrusted this case to you."

Now such a huge blunder has occurred. After Deng Aiguo left, Song Yanqing also prepared to leave work.

As I approached the locker room, I heard people talking inside.

"You speak so righteously about others every day, but what about yourself? How can you even say those things?"

"Of course it is. Haven't people been talking about Dr. Xu enough these past few days? They've said plenty before, saying she's using her position for personal revenge and doesn't deserve to be a doctor. At least Dr. Xu just didn't take action, unlike her. Isn't this endangering lives?"

"Heh, it's all thanks to that mouth that he's risen so fast over the years, he's already a chief physician, does he deserve it?"

"This morning I lectured Zhou Bingyan, telling her not to follow Dr. Xu's example in terms of medical ethics, and to take this as a warning."

"Oh, you say things like that? Dr. Xu is a really nice person. He's straightforward and honest. I like people like that."

A gust of wind blew the door open, slamming it against the wall with a crisp sound. All the chatter ceased abruptly as they turned to face Song Yanqing, who stood in the doorway glaring angrily.

Everyone hurriedly turned around, changed their clothes, and packed their things. After she came in, they all left in a rush.

Normally, when these people see her, they all fawn over her, wishing they could help her change her clothes. She always presents herself as self-disciplined and righteous, repeatedly earning the admiration of others.

So, was she wrong?

But where did she go wrong?
Song Yanqing was unaware that her failed marriage and current situation of being misunderstood meant that all the misfortunes had piled up in front of her at once. However, she wasn't worried at all about those two adulterers suing her. If they dared to report her, she would report them for their infidelity.

Just as Song Yanqing took off her work clothes, Zhou Bingyan arrived. "Dr. Song, the patient in room 219 needs your help."

Zhang Zetao went to buy food, and while he was there, Tang Jinmei invited Song Yanqing over.

"You think I won't report you, right?" Tang Jinmei said.

Song Yanqing smiled and said, "You can report it. At most, I will only be charged with medical malpractice. I had no idea you had a low-grade fever. You didn't say anything either. Whether you deliberately didn't say anything or what happened, only you know the truth."

Tang Jinmei shook her head, tears streaming down her face. "This is my first child, and I don't mind not wanting it. I was so nervous that I didn't even know I had a low-grade fever. But you're a doctor, and you always told me that doctors must uphold ethics, otherwise they're not saving lives, but rather harming others."

She gripped the blankets tightly. "Dr. Song, you killed my child. You don't deserve to be a doctor. You're a murderer."

Song Yanqing could no longer maintain her composure. "You're talking nonsense. I didn't do it on purpose at all."

“You did it on purpose. You dare to admit that this is exactly what you thought. You think that was my child with Zetao, and that he was your ex-husband. You were jealous of me, so you deliberately killed my child.”

"I didn't!" Song Yanqing went completely mad, because every accusation from Tang Jinmei made her realize more and more clearly her own past thoughts. As a doctor, she had indeed thought that the child in Tang Jinmei's womb deserved to die, and that Tang Jinmei deserved to die as well.

Zhang Zetao deserves to die even more!
She rushed forward and slapped Tang Jinmei across the face. "You shameless woman! You and Zhang Zetao are a pair of sluts! You couldn't wait to sleep with him? Do you think I don't want to divorce him? You're pregnant with a bastard's child, and you still have the nerve to come after me? You deserve it, you deserve it!"

She grabbed Tang Jinmei's hair and slammed her head against the wall.

Tang Jinmei screamed "Ah!" and out of the corner of her eye saw a foot kick open the door and rush in.

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