SWNOVELS Chapter 32
Chapter 32
Christine stood there, her eyes determined and her demeanor exuding a powerful air of authority. She was the pillar of strength that Sabrina and Duncan needed desperately needed.
“Mom, sign the consent for surgery. She is our only hope of saving Daniel, Duncan urged with conviction. He believed in Dr. Nancy.
Hope lit up in Sabrina’s eyes as she exclaimed frantically. “Tll sign the papers. Dr. Nancy, we’re counting on you.”
Before Christine could reply, Blanche interjected in a haughty tone. “Mrs. Foster, just look at her. She’s nothing but at country bumpkin from goodness knows where. Don’t let her fool you. Even Duncan here, one of the best doctors in the world, dares not perform the surgery due to its high risk. What can a country bumpkin like her do? We should look for a doctor with international repute to perform the surgery. Let me introduce you to Professor Quinn from Cardolia. He is an internationally renowned doctor.”
Christine snorted derisively at Blanche’s foolish attempts to make herself credible. “Do you even know him, or did you just google him and find his address and email on the internet? Is that what you mean by knowing? Every second that passes decreases our patient’s chances of survival. What do you have against Mr. Foster that you would delay his treatment? Blanche’s face paled from being shut down like that. She had been trying to buy time. She had no desire for Daniel Foster to survive unscathed.
She wanted him dead or paralyzed.
“What kind of crap are you saying? He’s my own brother! Why would I try to delay his care?”
“If you really want the patient to make it, then keep your mouth shut!” Christine gave Blanche a sharp glare which sent chills through Blanche’s body.
“Ignore her, Dr. Nancy. Let’s go,” Duncan urged, brushing Blanche aside.
He had no patience for Blanche right now. He didn’t want to waste his time, not even a second, on someone like Blanche while his brother was in a critical state.
Just as Christine and Duncan were about to enter the operating room, Sabrina’s voice choked up as she pled with profound humility and sincerity, “Dr. Nancy, please, you must save my son.”
Christine stopped in her tracks and turned around, assuring her resolutely, “Don’t worry, everything will be alright.”
Sabrina regarded the doctor in front of her. She wore a surgical mask, so Sabrina couldn’t see her face clearly, but the doctor gave Sabrina a sense of familiarity. It was like déjà vu.
All the while, Blanche gaped at Christine, eyes widening so much they were about to pop out of their
eye sockets.
It was her, Christine Paul. The other day when Blanche came to the hospital looking for Duncan, she saw him talking to someone whose figure resembled Christine’s. At first, Blanche thought she was mistaken, but here she was, disguised with a wig and black–rimmed glasses and trying to fool everyone.
It seemed like Duncan had no idea it was Christine. Blanche wondered, “What is Christine planning? Is she trying to get back with Duncan under a different name because of the humiliation she endured in the past?” Blanche was appalled by Christine’s shamelessness and refused to allow Christine to succeed.
Blanche’s eyes brimmed with malice as she thought, “Once a person’s name is dragged through the mud, they can never get rid of the stain. Who cares if Christine has excellent medical skills? Damaged goods will always be damaged! That will never change!”
In the operating room, everyone was on high alert.
After all, the injured party was Daniel Foster, the eldest son of the Foster family, and he required surgery in a high–risk area of the body. An operation of this level of difficulty had never been done before at Healthstone Hospital.
Director Schuman broke into a cold sweat in the operating room.
Meanwhile, Christine focused solely on the surgery and seemed to be glowing as she did so.
After three long hours of surgery, the moment the surgery ended, the medical personnel in the operating room broke into a round of applause.
With their very own eyes, they witnessed, for the first time, an impossibly difficult surgery being achieved with such precision and finesse.
Christine remained calm and composed even when the patient’s vitals took a perilous dive.
This extraordinary mindset, combined with her skill and ability to handle unexpected situations, rightly earned her the title
“Hand of God” in Cardolia.
And now, Duncan admired Nancy not only for her extraordinary skills but also because she saved his brother’s life. The patient was transferred to the ICU, and Christine left the surgical room with Duncan following shortly after.
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Thank you, Nancy, for saving my brother’s life.”
“It’s my duty as a doctor.” Christine’s face was devoid of emotion, and her voice was flat. It was impossible to tell if she had just faced off against death.
With that said, Christine turned to leave. She performed the surgery only because it was her duty as a doctor. That being said, some personal feelings undoubtedly guided her actions, such as not wishing for Mrs. Foster’s grief.
She heard Duncan behind her, his low voice filled with sadness as he muttered, “I made a promise with someone in the past to become the best doctors in the world together. But I haven’t accomplished it. I can’t even save my own brother.”
Christine’s eyes flashed, wondering if he recognized her.
Christine spun around to look straight at Duncan, but he wasn’t looking at her. Instead, his gaze was distant, as if he was thinking of something else.
When Duncan noticed Christine watching him, he snapped back to reality and offered her a bittersweet smile. “Dr. Nancy. I’m sorry,” he apologized. “Ive embarrassed myself in front of you again. You said you dislike listening to other people’s private affairs. Sorry to make you uncomfortable.”
“It’s fine,” she replied.
Confident he didn’t recognize her, Christine breathed a sigh of relief before turning around and continuing on her way.
Duncan watched her go, and every step forward made his eyes dim a bit more.
After a few steps, Christine paused and turned to look over her shoulder at him one last time. “Actually, you are already very impressive,” she said. “One is only a master in their own specialized field. Your specialty is cardiology, so don’t blame yourself.”
Duncan was only ten years old when his grandfather passed away from cardiac arrest in front of his very eyes.
Being the favorite, Duncan was doted on by his grandfather. This incident left an indelible impression on Duncan.
It was then Duncan vowed to become a great doctor so none of his loved ones would ever be taken away from him by any
illness.
Now Duncan finally realized how powerless he truly was.
Hearing Nancy’s consolation, Duncan looked at her retreating figure in silence, eyes flashing. His voice trembled as he murmured. “Thank you for still being willing to comfort me.”
Duncan’s voice was barely audible. Christine hadn’t heard him because she had already walked out of earshot.
When Duncan emerged to let Sabrina know Daniel was out of the danger zone, her heart, hanging by tenterhooks, finally relaxed, and a little color returned to her pale face.
Blanche, however, wasn’t as relieved. She insisted, “Duncan, you said the operation was successful. Daniel is no longer in danger and won’t be paralyzed, right?”
“That’s right.”
On hearing this news, Blanche nearly cursed out loud.
After sitting here all morning for such an agonizingly long time and getting a sore bottom for her troubles, she had nothing to show for it but the assurance that Emily was alright and Daniel hadn’t died or been left paralyzed. She was seething.
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