The Legendary Martin Garvey

Chapter 2

The next day at the hospital—

“Hey, did you hear the hottest news these past two days?”

A young nurse whispered to her colleague while glancing at Martin, who was mopping the floor.

“What? Are you serious? That lowly man is Quinn’s husband?”

Pointing at Martin, the other nurse could barely hold back her laughter.

“Oh my God! I thought her husband was some rich guy! Turns out he’s just a janitor! Kicked out of the main mansion and she ends up with trash!”

“Hahaha!”

“This is really the best gossip ever!”

Martin frowned. They know about my relationship with Quinn? he thought.

Since their marriage three years ago, Quinn had never revealed who her husband was.

Someone must have leaked the secret.

Not long after, an elderly woman in worn-out clothes came running down the hospital corridor, carrying a boy of about five years old in her arms.

“Nurse, please, I beg you—do something for this child.”

Standing before the counter, she looked at the two nurses desperately.

“Fill out the form first.”

One nurse pushed a sheet of paper toward her indifferently.

Looking the woman up and down, the disgust on her face was barely concealed.

“Y-Yes.”

The woman placed her trembling hand on the paper.

“I’ve filled it out. Please, treat my child now.”

Her face pleaded for immediate action.

“What did you say?” the nurse snapped. “Can’t you read? If you want treatment, pay first. Don’t ask for service before payment. Understand?”

She tapped the column showing the required f*e.

“T-Twenty… twenty thousand? I don’t have that much money.”

“That’s not my problem. If you don’t have money, take your child somewhere else.”

The woman hesitated before speaking again.

“Alright. I’ll find the money. But can you treat him first?”

“Are you stupid? Pay first.”

The nurse tapped the treatment f*e column with her pen.

“No money, no service.”

“But his condition is very serious,” the woman begged. “If he’s not treated immediately, I…”

Her face turned pale. Just imagining something happening to the child drained the strength from her body.

At the same time, Martin, who had been watching, narrowed his eyes as he looked at the boy.

“His eyes are swollen, but his cheeks are fine?” he murmured. “Why does this look familiar?”

Dropping his mop, Martin quickly approached the woman.

“Ma’am, may I see your son?”

“Y-Yes.”

Martin placed his palm against the boy’s neck.

“You don’t need to worry. I know what’s causing this. I’ll treat him.”

He took the child from the woman and laid him on a wheeled bed.

But before he could leave—

“Hey! What are you doing? Come back! Who do you think you are, doing whatever you want here?”

“Can’t you see?” Martin replied. “His condition will worsen if he’s not treated immediately.”

Without another word, he pushed the bed toward the ICU.

“Stop! Didn’t you hear me? Stop right now!” the nurse shouted again.

Martin ignored her.

Once inside the ICU, he immediately shut the door.

Since it was the end-of-year holiday season, there were no patients inside.

Martin placed his palm on the boy’s forehead.

The child’s body was burning hot. His eyes even appeared slightly bluish.

At first glance, people might assume he had a fever from being beaten.

But Martin knew better.

“No mistake. The symptoms are exactly as written in the manual. This is poisoning from a pine tree snake.”

At this point, a regular doctor might administer paracetamol or something to reduce inflammation.

But that would only cause the venom to spread.

Martin knew the proper method—even if it looked highly unusual.

He extended his index and middle fingers and aimed them at the upper left side of the boy’s abdomen.

Before he could act, the ICU door was suddenly flung open.

“Miss Hayes, look at what he’s doing!”

The nurse pointed at Martin while looking at Quinn, who stood in front of her.

Her lips curled into a smirk.

“He thinks he’s rich because he freeloads at his in-laws’ house, and now he thinks he can treat a patient just because his wife is a doctor’s assistant here? Is that what your husband thinks? How pathetic!”

The nurse had been Quinn’s university classmate. But after losing out in certain competencies, she had only become a nurse, while Quinn had succeeded in becoming a doctor’s assistant.

Unfortunately, she believed Quinn had achieved that position using her beauty and family influence.

She would never accept Quinn’s success.

At that moment, Quinn pressed her lips tightly. Her face was tense.

Not only was she embarrassed that people now knew about her marriage to Martin, she was also ashamed of what he was doing—such reckless behavior could endanger someone’s life.

“I can’t imagine what will happen if the director finds out what your husband is doing,” the nurse sneered. “You’ll definitely be fired. Of course, I could keep quiet if you want. It’s nothing—I just feel sorry for you.”

Quinn knew the nurse’s true intention—to mock her. But she ignored it.

She approached Martin.

“Martin,” she said, then corrected herself. “Mr. Garvey, could you step outside and leave the child to us?”

Martin lifted his head and looked Quinn in the eyes.

Before, he would have done anything she asked.

But today, since he no longer needed to hide his identity, he could not comply.

“I’m afraid I can’t. This child needs immediate treatment. His condition is critical.”

He had to do what needed to be done.

“Mr. Garvey, please. This is beyond your control. Leave it to us.”

Quinn’s tone was polite, but her expression was deeply troubled.

“I’m sorry, Quinn.”

Martin was about to continue what he had started—

But before he could, the sound of firm footsteps entered the room.

“Sir, this cleaning service worker is completely out of line.”

The same nurse pointed at Martin while speaking to a man in his early thirties wearing a white coat.

He was Ethan Downey, the new director of the hospital.

His face was clean-cut, his hair neatly trimmed.

“I already told him to stop, but he’s extremely stubborn.”

Ethan ignored the nurse and walked straight toward Martin.

“What do you think you’re doing? Do you think you’re a doctor? Just because you work in a hospital doesn’t mean you can treat people however you like. Get out.”

“I’m not a doctor. But I know what illness this is. I guarantee I can cure him.”

“Huh? What nonsense are you talking about? Do you know where you are? In this place, only doctors treat patients. Get out. Now.”

His voice rose sharply.

“Sorry. I can’t do that.”

Martin did not move.

The child was in critical condition.

If he delayed even slightly, the boy might lose his life.

And as a former special forces commander, saving lives was his duty.

“You insolent, stubborn troublemaker! If you don’t leave right now, I’ll fire you. This is your final warning.”

Ethan could no longer hide his anger.

For the past month as the new leader of this hospital, everyone who met him bowed and obeyed.

And now a lowly janitor dared to defy him?

It was ridiculous.

Yet instead of hearing an apology—

He saw this man press his two fingers firmly into the boy’s abdomen.