Avery's POV
“I already told you, Dr. Chandler,” I said, keeping my voice steady as I focused on the patient before me. “I can remember important things, and faces that mattered, you see just I remembered.”
Dr. Chandler paused, his skeptical gaze softening into something akin to understanding. “Oh… that’s true,” he murmured, almost to himself.
“Good,” I said curtly, my hands moving swiftly as I checked the patient’s vitals. “Now, will you let us save this man’s life? The more time we waste chatting, the closer he is to slipping away right in front of us.”
His face flushed slightly, but he stepped back, nodding in concession. “Oh no, please. Carry on, Dr. Avery.”
I didn’t waste another moment, barking orders and directing the team. My hands worked as if on autopilot, following the rhyt
