Frank stared at me in disbelief, his face a mask of shock. “Teresa, are you really sick?”
Lily also chimed in, feigning concern, “Teresa seems genuinely ill, it doesn’t look like she’s faking!”
However, Stephen watched me coldly. “Stop the drama! This woman is quite the actress! She’s probably spitting up tomato juice! Don’t be fooled by her again! Let’s go!”
Despite being doubtful, Frank was about to leave.
I desperately clutched at his trousers, pleading for mercy. “Dr. Turner, if you have any conscience left, please save me. Even if I am pretending, you’ve nothing to lose by checking. But if I die, you’ll be held accountable for refusing treatment. There are cameras here, capturing everything you do.”
Frank looked up and indeed spotted the camera in the corner.
His expression changed dramatically, and he quickly knelt down to examine me. “You are really sick!”
Shocked, he scooped me up and sprinted toward the emergency room.
Behind us, Stephen’s mocking voice rang out. Teresa White actually managed to fool Frank Turner? Guess Frank can’t even tell the difference between a faker and someone truly ill.”
Lily let out a wicked laugh. “Maybe Dr. Turner enjoys playing along with a pretty girl’s drama. What a thrilling show–the hero rescuing the damsel in distress!”
As Frank pushed me into the emergency room, he shouted to his colleagues to start life- saving measures. “Hurry! Any more delays and she won’t make it!”
Some medical staff hesitated as they looked at me, “Is she really sick? Didn’t Dr. Howard say she was faking it?”
Frank barked sharply, “Get moving and start resuscitating now! She’s on the verge of death,
