She Could Save Thousands, But Not Her Own DaughtersChapter 1
My wife was the top expert in cardiothoracic surgery and had saved countless patients on the brink of death.
But when performing heart surgery on our twins, she made a fatal mistake.
I held our children’s ashes and cried until I collapsed, while she hurriedly left with her luggage.
She said she had to rush to perform a high-profile surgery in another city.
“Leo, the twins were born with congenital heart defects. Even a god couldn’t have saved them—let alone me and I’m no god. My condolences. Once you feel a bit better, we can talk about having children again.”
But that very night, the intern anesthesiologist she was supervising—Henry Walker—posted on his social media.
It was a nine-photo grid featuring dazzling Disneyland fireworks and a shot of him gently holding hands with a woman.
“First time assisting in surgery. Messed up the anesthesia dosage and nearly caused a medical accident. Almost cost me my chance at full-time employment. Thank God for my fairy goddess who turned things around.”
The next post showed him embracing and kissing a girl.
“If this post gets more than ten likes, I’ll confess to my fairy goddess.”