To Be Yours Again By Taylor

Chapter 3 Alec Faust

oppressing his respiratory center. He will die within half an hour if we don’t operate immediately. Are you sure we can get him to another hospital in time?” Jenny questioned seriously. “But there are no doctors here who are capable of this surgery. What can we do if we don’t send him to another hospital?” asked the emergency doctor helplessly. “I’ll do it!” Jenny declared. “You’ll do it?” he asked incredulously.  He had heard how an external doctor landed the neurosurgery department’s deputy director position. He figured that the woman before him was that person. Was she really capable of such a complex surgery? “Surgery? What surgery is it?” asked the patient’s wife, finally coming to terms with the dire situation. Panic was written all over her face. Jenny explained to her patiently, “Your husband is in a critical condition. Due to the bleeding in his brain, the intracranial pressure is high, resulting in a brain herniation. A craniotomy must be performed immediately.” “What?” asked the wife. ” No! Craniotomy sounds very dangerous. What if he doesn’t wake up?” Although Jenny was wearing a mask, the patient’s wife could tell from her voice that she was very young. Was a young doctor like Jenny capable of performing the surgery? “Please calm down first,” interjected Jenny, suddenly raising her voice. It caused everyone to go quiet instantly. “I understand how you feel right now, but no time can be wasted given your husband’s situation. He must undergo surgery immediately. I am Dr. Walter, the deputy director of the neurosurgery department here at Parrington Hospital. I will be in charge of your husband’s surgery. Rest assured that I will try my best.” No doctor would ever promise a successful surgery. “Dr. Walter? I haven’t heard of her before.” “That’s right. She must be scaring us. His condition probably isn’t that serious.” “Ah, all doctors do is lie to us so that they can make more money through surgery.” The patient’s wife was ready to sign the surgery consent form. However, hearing the murmurings of her relatives, she hesitated. “I think we should transfer him to a bigger hospital,” one of them said. “No, he can’t be transferred!” warned Jenny sternly as she grabbed the speaker. “It takes at least two hours to get to the nearest hospital. Your husband doesn’t have that long!” “Don’t listen to her! She’s just trying to scare you. Who does she think she is? How can we even trust her? If she wants us to believe her, she’d better get the hospital director to vouch for her. Otherwise, we should transfer him to another hospital immediately.” Their words swayed the patient’s wife. If the hospital director vouched for Jenny, it would prove that she was competent. Jenny was frustrated by the whole situation. Now was not the time for this; time was of the essence! She felt helpless as there was nothing she could do to stop them. However, if she allowed them to transfer the patient away, wouldn’t it mean that she was giving the patient a death sentence? Hence, she reached for her phone, ready to call the