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.

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

said, wanting to

slapped her credentials on the counter. The room fell silent at her attending physician

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 even

we begin?" Danielle’s smile didn’t reach

a resident whispered to

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

what do we do now?" the

helplessly.

to defuse the situation. "This is an extremely high-risk surgery. Even Dr. Wood

healer could guarantee his survival. The risk

"You can save him? Walk me

surgery. You’ll assist," Danielle