"Are nurses nowadays so good at distorting the truth, but can't do their jobs properly?" Aurelia Shaw said with a cold smile, her voice neither humble nor pushy, just loud enough for the onlookers to hear clearly.
"Are you an intern?" Aurelia asked, her tone laced with a touch of arrogance.
The female nurse didn't understand why she suddenly asked this question, but placing herself in the victim's position, she still shook her head and patiently replied, "I'm not an intern. I've been in this field for more than three years. Over the years, I've encountered all types of patients, and the pressure at work is usually high. But all of this is for helping those who come to the hospital recover as soon as possible. We've never complained about the hardships behind it. We don't ask for your gratitude, but hope you can understand our work a little."
The voices criticizing Aurelia Shaw grew louder.
Yet Aurelia remained unfazed, coldly reprimanding her:
"A person who's been a nurse for more than three years can't even insert a needle properly. I believe that anyone working in an industry for three years, no matter how low their aptitude, should proficiently manage simple tasks.
Yet someone who makes mistakes even with basic needlework and has not an ounce of patience for patients—I can hardly imagine how impatient and careless you must be when caring for critically ill patients.
It's said small things reflect one's work ethic. This time you hurt my hand, and I won't fuss over it, but what about next time? What if there's a mistake with a critically ill patient needing an IV? Or a sudden emergency patient requires a certain medication, and due to your negligence, you grab the wrong one—what severe consequences might that bring?"
Most of those at the hospital were patients or their family members, and Aurelia's words instantly resonated with them.
The thought of the nurse possibly giving them the wrong medication made their hair stand on end with fear. There have been quite a few medical accidents over the years; no one wants to fall victim to such things. Pondering over those terrible consequences, they could no longer feel any sympathy for the nurse, and their gazes took on an accusatory tone.
"You're talking nonsense! How could I possibly give the wrong medication!" the nurse exclaimed, momentarily forgetting to play the victim role.
"I'm talking nonsense? Did you know you'd miss the needle mark before you started? Or are you truly that confident in yourself?" Aurelia asked, gazing at her calmly.
"I... I..." the nurse stammered, her eyes darting nervously as if trying to hide something.
Within the crowd of onlookers, those with quicker minds, seeing the nurse's demeanor, immediately conjured a terrifying thought, and their gazes turned not only accusatory but burning with anger ready to spill over.
The thought of a nurse intentionally missing a vein is terrifying.
"Don't you dare falsely accuse me!" Feeling the intense scrutiny from those around, the nurse became flustered and furious, accusing Aurelia Shaw.
Aurelia smiled, her vibrant face twisting into a mocking grin, making her appear lively and vivid. The onlookers who had been condemning her found themselves unable to look away, rather than feeling disgust.
A siren!
She is undoubtedly an enchanting siren!
How can anyone exude arrogance so vividly and yet remain charming, and be so stunningly beautiful, evoking images of mythical flower spirits?
"What am I falsely accusing you of? I don't recall saying anything at all," Aurelia spread her hands, shrugging innocently.