"But, Grandma... the snake I saw was not like the one that Dr. Weaver described..." the woman timidly spoke up, only to be met with a fierce slap across her face.
"You shut up too!"
The grandmother's face was twisted with rage as she shouted, "What could a foolish woman like you understand? You can't even look after your child right! You must be blind!
If you utter another word, I'll have Bob beat you to death!"
"Just be quiet and don't interfere with the genius doctor's work," the woman's husband coldly chimed in.
Quietly, the woman didn't dare to speak another word.
"Silence, I must focus on saving the patient!" Edmund Weaver stopped the family from arguing further and prepared to treat the patient using snakebite methods used for a banded krait.
William Cole interrupted again, "He was bitten by a blue-lipped sea krait, not a banded krait. If you use the wrong treatment, you'll kill him!"
"Young man, can you please just shut your mouth?