“So what is the plan?” Christine asked while they were back going over the aisles of chips.
“Nothing, I will just do my very damn best and save his Dad.” He was already going over the lab results that the hospital had emailed him. “The operation would be complicated and risky.” He continued going over the details of the lab results on his phone. “But nothing I can handle. If the surgery becomes a success, which is a huge likelihood, I bet Theresa would be so thankful to me.”
“You really are that good?” Christine inquired while reading the labels on the dried potato peels that she was holding. She looked at Samuel, as innocently as she could.
“I am the chief of the hospital,” Samuel finds it a bit silly for someone to ask him if he was a good surgeon. “I won’t be one unless I have prov
