"I'm glad you changed your mind." A familiar voice came out. It's Thalia. I am washing my hands to get ready for the surgery. I will operate on the patient but I can't promise if she will survive during the surgery.
"Elisha asked me to. There's nothing I can do." I said as I wiped my hands with a towel.
"Because I asked her." She says, which caused me to look at her with my folded forehead. I was about to spoke but she spoke before me. "Dont jump to a conclusion. I didn't force her to ask you. Elisha heard our conversation and we have the same thoughts so I ask her for help. Im sorry. I just don't want to waste the patients' chance to live."
But she will die still. Neurosurgeons and miracles don't go well together.
"Okay. Get ready," I said, and went to the operating room.
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