A middle-aged man with blond hair and blue eyes strode into the hospital, followed by a team of assistants.
Everyone in the lobby turned to stare.
Someone gasped. "Is that Dr. Johnson? The world's leading hand surgeon?"
"What is he doing in Bellmont?"
Ignoring the whispers around him, Michael Johnson walked straight over to Audrey. He examined Noah's hand and frowned.
"Another 20 minutes and his hand would have been beyond saving. Get him into the operating room immediately. I've performed more than 3,000 procedures like this. Leave him to me."
Audrey nodded through her tears.
Michael took Noah into surgery while Audrey waited outside, unable to tear her eyes from the red light above the door.
A television mounted in the corridor was airing entertainment news.
"Marcus Prescott, CE
