Blood on His Hands, Vengeance in Mine

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As soon as the phone connected, I spoke urgently. "Where are you? Hurry back. We're still waiting for you to perform the surgery."

Herman's voice was filled with anger. "Giselle is upset. Can you not urge me now? The surgery is on hold. I'll take care of Giselle and then come back to do it."

The line then went dead.

Everyone in the room exchanged glances, and the anesthesiologist couldn't hold back his frustration.

"This is such an important surgery. If we wait for him, the patient might not make it."

"Try calling him again. We need him here right away. If something happens to the patient, we're all responsible."

I sighed and called Herman again. "The patient's condition is deteriorating. You need to come back right now."

Herman answered impatiently, "The heart transplant is risky from the start. If he's going to die, then it's just his bad luck."

I didn't expect him to say something so irresponsible. I questioned him sharply, "What if something happens to the patient? When the family comes to cause trouble, can you bear the consequences?"

Herman scoffed, "It's just a powerless patient. If they dare to cause trouble, we'll just call the police and have them arrested. Stop calling me. Giselle wants strawberries, and I'm going to buy them for her now."

He hung up again, which ticked off the whole room.

"He's willing to leave a patient in critical condition just to buy strawberries for Giselle? He doesn't deserve to be a doctor!" one of them snapped.

The anesthesiologist shouted, "The patient's blood pressure is dropping rapidly. If we don't operate now, he'll die."

I stepped forward. "I'll do it."

Seeing their hesitation, I added firmly, "No one else here can do the surgery. Are you going to just stand here and watch him die?"

The anesthesiologist looked conflicted. "But this is against protocol. Even if you save him, you'll be held responsible for all the consequences of this surgery."

I remained calm. "Whatever the consequences, I will bear them all. Time is running out. I need your cooperation now."

They exchanged glances, all silently agreeing.

I walked to the operating table, picked up the scalpel, and carefully removed the patient's heart from his chest, then transplanted the prepared heart into his body.

I meticulously sutured the blood vessels, my eyes fixed on the heart monitor.

Seconds ticked by, and suddenly, the monitor showed a heartbeat. Once the heartbeat stabilized, everyone in the room exclaimed in joy, "There's a heartbeat! We did it!"

I focused on stitching the chest cavity closed.

After the surgery was finished, I collapsed onto the floor, exhausted. My back was drenched in sweat.

An hour later, the patient regained consciousness.

His identity was then revealed.