*RENEE*
From the initial consultations to the preoperative preparations, and finally the surgery itself, everything was expedited efficiently.
By ten o'clock that evening, the operating room door opened.
The surgeon, clad in a green gown, removed his mask, revealing features that resembled Damian’s but with a more mature and scholarly air. His gold-rimmed glasses added to his refined appearance.
"Mr. Moore..."
Before I could inquire,Wyatt interjected, "The surgery was a success."
This prompt response addressed the concerns I had.
I let out a sigh of relief, my prolonged tension dissipating as if I had been reborn.
“Mr. Moore, I can't thank you enough for stepping in. Without Professor Wells, you were my only hope for Grandma,"Renee said, gratitude evident in her v
