"I had called the blood bank, but it takes time to get the blood. Young lady can't wait any longer!"
James still did not move.
Professor Donovan did not want to argue anymore. He stepped forward to snatch the medicine from James's hand, but at that moment, a young nurse rushed in and grabbed James's hand.
"Director Hawthorn, something happened! Miss Gilmore cut her wrist because of the unbearable pain …"
Before she could finish, James flung Professor Donovan's hand away and stormed out of the operating room.
Before leaving, he glared at Professor Donovan and barked, “I'm taking this medicine to save Wanda's life. You figure out a solution here. If anything goes wrong, I'll punish you."
Professor Donovan was so furious that he paced back and forth in the operating room.
Outside, a young nurse picked up her phone and held it before him. “Director Hawthorn is so biased! That Gilmore girl only cut her wrist with a nail-sized gash. Why should she get that medicine instead of our young lady?”
I listened to the chaos unfolding in the operating room through a haze. But compared to the physical agony of open-heart surgery, the pain in my heart now felt ten thousand times worse.