Not A Small-Town Girl

Chapter 5-1

"His vitals are crashing. We’re in the optimal treatment window," Danielle’s cool voice cut through the chaos. "Another hour and not even God could save him."

"And who’d take responsibility if he dies on the table?" Savannah snapped, rounding on Danielle. "Go play doctor somewhere else."

"Quacks," Danielle muttered, examining her nails.

"What did you just call us?" Savannah’s face flushed crimson.

"Savannah, don’t argue with a young girl. The patient’s condition is our priority right now," Christopher said diplomatically.

"She called me a quack!" Savannah’s voice rose shrilly. She, the youngest associate chief of surgery with a wall full of awards, bristled at having her competence questioned by this girl.

"She doesn’t understand the situation, so why bother arguing?" Christopher focused solely on Logan’s crisis. No matter what, they couldn’t let him die in their hospital-the consequences would affect not just the institution, but everyone present.

can do the surgery," Danielle stated, arms crossed

drive? Have a medical license?" Savannah’s laugh dripped acid. "He’s had multiple failed heart surgeries. His heart’s completely compromised-no surgeon or hospital in

said, wanting to end

room fell silent at her attending physician status-nearly

surrounding doctors stared in disbelief. ’An attending physician? That’s practically professor

smile

whispered to his colleague

staff," Savannah muttered back. "You know Mr. Charrington’s grandson. He’d burn this place

we do now?" the resident

helplessly.

Christopher said, trying to defuse the situation. "This is an extremely high-risk surgery. Even

guarantee his survival. The risk is simply too high-it’s beyond our expertise to make

observing silently, spoke. "You can save

You’ll assist," Danielle