My Husband Brought His Pregnant Mistress to My Clinic

My specialist clinic never had enough slots to go around.

I'd quietly swapped a shift with a colleague so the out-of-town patients wouldn't get turned away.

At the peak of the midday rush, a man burst through the door carrying a bleeding pregnant woman, shouting：

“Doctor! Please, save her! Our appointment's this afternoon, but she started hemorrhaging out of nowhere. She's barely conscious!”

“My wife's never been healthy. It's an ectopic pregnancy—this could kill her! I'm begging you, please save her!”

I frowned hard, set down the chart in my hands, and looked up：