Forced to Heal, but I'm Actually a Forensic Doctor

Summary

As I walk out of the emergency room, a woman rushes over to me.

"You're a doctor, right? My son scraped his knee. Hurry up and come treat him!"

I am about to explain, but she glares at me and questions indignantly, "Isn't a doctor supposed to save people? You have time to slack off, but you have no time to treat my son's wound. Is that it?"

She grabs my collar and drags me toward the ward.

I try to explain, "Ma'am, I’m not—"

But she doesn't listen at all and slaps me across the face. "Not what? Are you blind? Can't you see my son is bleeding?