"Oscar Mitchell is a doctor here, right? He treated my brother like this. How are you going to handle this?" The older brother with the bushy beard slammed his fist on the desk, jolting the distraught Thea back to reality.
Thea quickly forced a smile. "There must be a misunderstanding. But don't worry, we will definitely take responsibility. It's just that Dr. Mitchell is off today. How about this: I'll personally take you to see him tomorrow after his day off."
"What? Another day? He'll be in agony by then!" the thin brother protested immediately, wincing and covering his mouth.
"No, you have to solve this today! I can't wait until tomorrow!" the bearded brother added, his voice rising in frustration.
Thea felt herself sinking deeper into a difficult situation. She was a surgeon, not
