“I’m fine now, really,” she assured him with a smile.
“If you’re still unwell, you can rest. I can have another doctor fill your spot for today’s surgery. I don’t want to push you if you’re not feeling well.”
The kindness in his voice made Olivia feel a bit overwhelmed. Dr. Wilson had always treated her like a daughter. She could see the genuine care in his eyes. It was different from the cold criticism she faced at home.
“No, please. I’m fine, Doctor Wilson.”
“Alright then.” He could only sigh in defeat. “Just keep an eye on yourself. If you start to feel dizzy or unwell at all, you need to let me know immediately.”
“Of course,” she promised.
Dr. Wilson handed her the patient's file and adjusted his tie.
Olivia skimmed through the pages: male, early forties, spinal cord injury. Bef
