After My Boyfriend and Best Friend Betrayed Me, Regret Haunted Them Nightly Chapter 07
A month later, I bumped into Preston again.
He had a difficult patient and couldn’t settle on a
surgical plan, so he came to our hospital to
consult with Dr. Nelson about co–operating.
All the cardiology doctors crowded into Dr.
Nelson’s office. Staring at the patient’s chart,
everyone fell silent.
After a long pause, Dr. Nelson frowned. “The risks
are way too high. Nobody in the country would dare claim they can do this. Maybe Dr. Schmidt from Germany could.”
Before leaving, Preston gave me a complex look, opening his mouth as if to say something, but
ultimately left in silence.
Three days later, we gathered in the conference room for a remote video call with Dr. Schmidt.
Preston laid out the patient’s condition, earnestly begging Dr. Schmidt to fly over and save a life.
Dr. Schmidt on screen listened for a long time before shaking his head.
He explained that his health had been poor lately, making long flights impossible and leaving him. without the energy for such a high–difficulty
procedure.
Disappointment washed over the expectant crowd
in the conference room.
Preston’s face turned deathly pale as he forced a
weak smile.
Dr. Schmidt then shifted the conversation, pointing directly at me. “Julissa studied under me for three years and is my absolute best student. If only one person can pull off this surgery, I believe
it is Julissa.”
The room erupted into hushed murmurs.
Preston stared at me in shock, muttering under his breath. “So that’s where you were these past three
years… Germany.”
I gave a slight nod. “Preston, I told you a long time ago. Saving lives is my dream, and I’m willing to dedicate my entire life to it.”
“Just because I fractured my arm, did you really
think I’d stay down and vanish for three years?”
I turned my focus back to Dr. Nelson. “Dr. Nelson, I
can perform this surgery.”
After the meeting adjourned, Preston rushed out
after me, his voice urgent. “You’re taking this surgery? Julissa, your arm…”
I cut him off coldly. “I know my arm better than
anyone.”
He kept pace with me. “It’s not that I don’t trust you, but you know how hard this procedure is. Massive bleeding could happen at any moment,
and the success rate is painfully low. This is my patient. You don’t need to put yourself under this
much pressure.”
I stopped abruptly, turning to meet his eyes.
“Preston, I don’t care whose patient he is. I only
know a human life is on the line. As long as there’s
a chance, even just one percent, I will try.”
I held out my hand, palm up. “The chart. You’re his
attending physician and know his condition best.
Whether you want to do this surgery with me is
your choice.”
Preston hesitated for a moment before gently placing the medical chart in my palm.
Before the procedure, I went to meet the patient’s
family.
A man in a sharp suit was quietly comforting his mother. He looked up at me with a nod.
“Dr. Palmer, I’m Milton Simpson. Dr. Holt mentioned you’re Dr. Schmidt’s student. My father
is in your hands.”
Preston cut in with a grave tone. “I must stress
again that the risks are extremely high. Dr. Palmer isn’t a miracle worker…”
Milton nodded calmly. “Regardless, I trust Dr.
Palmer.”
Meeting those deep eyes, a sense of calm washed
over me.
I signed my name on the surgical plan and offered
him a small smile.
“I’ll do my absolute best.”