Not A Small-Town Girl

Chapter 5-2

Ethan snapped, his irritation clear. Not wasting another moment on their objections, he turned to Danielle. "Follow me."

’If she knew who she was operating on, she would have fled-no one would dare take on such a risky case, Ethan thought grimly.

"Get the OR’s cameras running," Savannah said sarcastically. "We can’t risk being blamed if anything goes wrong."

Word of a teenage surgeon ripped through the hospital like wildfire, drawing doctors to the observation deck. Even the director himself was stumped by this case, so a teenage girl couldn’t possibly have a solution; she had to be a fraud talking big.

In the OR, Danielle stood beside the operating table, fully outfitted in sterile surgical gear from mask to gown. She carefully administered the Heart Elixir Pill she’d brought from York Pharmacy that morning, placing it directly in Logan’s mouth.

The medical staff watched in alarm, their confidence wavering at the unknown medication before surgery.

"What was that?" Ethan asked, tension evident. He’d let the girl into the operating room because of her composure and confidence. It was a gamble, maybe she could actually succeed.

"Heart Elixir Pill," Danielle replied calmly.

Ethan’s eyes widened at the sight of the legendary Heart Elixir Pill-a medicine so rare and costly it could bankrupt most doctors. Watching her administer such a priceless remedy with casual confidence, he felt his doubts dissolving. Perhaps this girl really could pull off a miracle.

The observation room was already packed with medical staff who were astonished to see that the surgeon was indeed a teenage girl. But to their surprise, Danielle commanded the OR like a seasoned conductor.

"Position."

"Anesthesia."

"Full sterilization."

"Scalpel."

Her surgical instructions echoed decisively in the quiet OR. Logan’s heart, altered by numerous previous surgeries, presented a complex challenge. Yet Danielle’s initial incision was flawless and decisive, leaving the watching medical team speechless.

Shocked whispers rippled through the observing

crowd.

"Could she really save Mr. Charrington?"

"Even doctors with decades of experience wouldn’t dare make such an incision!"

"That cut was perfect-swift, precise, and steady."

When Danielle exposed Logan’s heart, even she paused at the carnage: a roadmap of scars and misplaced vessels that barely resembled human anatomy anymore.