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 stated, arms

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

Christopher said, wanting to

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

in disbelief. ’An attending physician? That’s practically professor level... but

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

whispered to his

Mr. Charrington’s grandson. He’d burn this place to the ground, scapegoat or

what do we do now?" the

helplessly.

is an

his survival. The risk is simply

"You can save him?

You’ll assist," Danielle