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"It was her!" Daphne pointed at Ariana at once. "I asked her not to touch the patient, but she refused to listen." 

Ariana frowned and turned to look at Daphne. She suddenly felt a rush of annoyance creep and glue to her heart. She clenched her fingers and retorted coldly, "Isn't it because of your incapability? You were standing right here and yet, you did not diagnose the patient properly." 

"Clearly, it was the case of tension pneumothorax. If you had helped the patient instead of demanding the patient's family to pay first then you would have assessed that the air from her lungs was filling the pleural space until it started to compress her heart and lungs." 

"Without immediate care, the patient would have died! Did you expect me to stand here like an onlooker?"