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.

do the surgery," Danielle

even old enough to drive? Have a medical license?" Savannah’s laugh dripped acid. "He’s had multiple failed heart

Savannah," Christopher said, wanting to end

the counter. The room fell silent

slap across Savannah’s face. The surrounding doctors stared in disbelief. ’An attending physician? That’s practically professor level... but she’s so young-how is this

Danielle’s smile didn’t reach her

whispered to his colleague

back. "You know Mr. Charrington’s grandson. He’d burn this place to the

do now?" the

helplessly.

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

condition, only the miracle healer could guarantee his survival. The risk is simply too high-it’s

been observing silently, spoke. "You can save him?

You’ll assist,"