Chapter 296
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Christina didn’t waste a second. “How’s Dylan?” she demanded, her tone clipped and urgent.
Edwin’s hands twisted together. “We don’t know yet. The doctors are still inside—no one’s come out.”
She pressed Edwin, eyes narrowing. “Where was he shot?”
Edwin’s throat tightened, but he forced the words out. “Chest. The bullet caught him in the chest.”
A chill ran through Christina, sharp as broken glass. Chest wound—if the doctors were still working on him after all this time, the shot had to be dangerously close to his heart.
Suddenly, the doors to the emergency room burst open. The doctor stepped out, face slick with sweat and exhaustion, but before he could get a word out, a small crowd swept down the corridor—a stern-looking middle-aged woman leading a team of doctors and nurses in white coats.
Christina immediately spotted Calvin among the crowd, his presence unmistakable.
The doctor who’d just stepped out of the emergency room stiffened, eyes darting to the middle-aged woman at the head of the group—she was the hospital’s director, her authority evident in her posture.
“Ma’am—” the doctor began, only to be briskly cut off by the director. “Dr. Calvin Emmett is here. He’ll take over.”
Calvin’s name alone made the doctor’s jaw drop. He was rendered momentarily speechless, his eyes fixed on the eldest man in the group.
“Fantastic! With Dr. Emmett here, the patient’s got a real shot!” the doctor blurted, excitement and relief mingling in his voice. He couldn’t hide his anticipation—this was a rare chance to watch a true master at work.
“Clear the emergency room,” Calvin commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument.
𝖀𝖕𝖑𝖔𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖉 𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊: g⍶𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀ꞏ𝖼𝗈𝗆
“I’ll handle it right away.” The director’s reply was immediate, her confidence in Calvin obvious.
Christina exchanged a glance with Calvin before following Edwin out into the corridor.
The doctor lingered by the door, crestfallen that he wouldn’t get to observe Calvin’s legendary technique firsthand—but just seeing the renowned surgeon in person was enough to spark his admiration. Maybe, after the operation, he’d muster the courage to ask Calvin for advice on his trickiest cases.
Calvin swept into the emergency room with his team in tow, and in an instant, the entire operation shifted under their command.
Meanwhile, Dylan, barely clinging to consciousness, kept mumbling Christina’s name, his voice barely more than a whisper.
Inside the bustling ER, Calvin’s face tightened as he examined the scans. Even with all his experience, he knew he was out of his depth—this was a nightmare of a case. The bullet had lodged itself near Dylan’s coronary artery, threading the needle between life and death. One slip could send blood gushing everywhere, or worse, stop Dylan’s heart on the table.
“The patient’s holding steady for now,” Calvin announced, his tone clipped and focused. “Move him to the OR—prepare for surgery.”
A nurse blurted out, “Dr. Emmett, I thought you said this was out of your league?”
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