At the hospital entrance, a blond, blue-eyed middle-aged man walked in with several assistants.
Everyone in the lobby turned to look.
Someone exclaimed, "Dr. Johnson? Dr. Johnson, the world's top hand surgery specialist?"
"What is he doing in Bellmont?"
Ignoring the surrounding discussion, Michael Johnson walked straight to Audrey. He looked down at Noah in her arms and frowned. "Another 20 minutes and this hand would have been beyond saving. Take him into the operating room immediately! I've performed 3,000 operations like this. Leave him to me."
Audrey nodded, trembling with relief, and Michael took Noah into the operating room.
Audrey stood outside, staring anxiously at the red OPERATING light.
At that moment, the television in the corridor was broadcasting entertainment news.
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