At the clinic…
Remy was just about to leave. He locked the cupboards, gathered his things, and picked up his bag.
The door burst open with a loud bang.
"Doctor! Help. Please—someone help my son."
A tall man rushed in, carrying a boy in his arms. His wife stumbled behind him, panic written all over her face.
Remy froze for a second. Then his eyes landed on the boy.
His lips were tinged blue. His chest heaved unevenly as he struggled to breathe. His small fingers twitched weakly, and his head lolled against his father's shoulder.
"What happened?" Remy asked.
"He suddenly couldn't breathe," the man said, his voice shaking. "He was fine a few minutes ago, then he started gasping…"
Remy noticed the rashes on his body. He immediately realized it was a severe allergic reaction.
"Put him on the bed," Remy ordered sharply, pointing at the bed in the corner.
The man rushed forward and laid the boy down carefully.
