No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

"Who's here with the patient?"

Ernest had just unscrewed the cap of his water bottle and taken a sip when the doors of the operating theater burst open, and Milly rushed out.

She was the assistant surgeon today, working alongside Yates to complete the surgery.

"I am!" Ernest stood up, his body swaying slightly in his haste and nervousness.

I steadied him and approached Milly, "Dr. Milly, what's going on?"

"There's been significant bleeding during the surgery. You need to prepare yourselves mentally. Here's the consent form," Milly said, her words freezing Ernest and me in our tracks.

"Is it critical? How's the situation now?" Fanny, still in her scrubs, happened to arrive just in time.

She wasn't supposed to operate today, but when a doctor on duty had a family emergency, she stepped in to cover for them.

"We're continuously transfusing blood and still trying to locate the source of the bleeding," Milly handed us the incident report.

Ernest's hands trembled, too scared to move.

I was at a loss myself, turning to Fanny for guidance.

She gave me a reassuring look, signaling for me to take the form.

Right when I was about to grab it, Ernest snatched it from Milly, his voice all shaky. "Could there be complications?"

"There might be, but Dr. Yates and I are doing everything we can. Please, sign this quickly and don't waste any time," Milly urged with grave seriousness.

I squeezed Ernest's hand for support, and after exchanging a brief, determined look with me, he quickly signed the form.

"Thank you for your efforts, Dr. Milly," Fanny expressed our gratitude as Milly turned to leave.

Milly gave a brief nod before hurrying back into the operating theater.

As the door closed behind her, Fanny came over to console us, "This is just a procedure. Don't assume the worst. Trust Dr. Yates."

Ernest couldn't bring himself to sit down again, pacing instead, and I stayed close by his side.

After another agonizing two hours, the lights in the operating theater finally went out.

At that moment, our breaths seemed to stop.

Fanny had stayed with us the whole time, not even bothering to change out of her surgical attire.

We all watched the closed door of the operating room intently, as if it were the gate to life itself.

Finally, the door opened, and there stood Yares and Milly, both in scrubs, looking like beacons of hope as they stepped out.

Ernest and I rushed towards them, asking, "Dr. Yates, how did the surgery go?"

"It was a complete success," Yates finally turned to acknowledge someone behind us.

It was Dr. Willis standing there.

But at that moment, we were too focused on Susie Collins to pay much attention, pressing him

further, "When can my sister vel

discharged?"

Yates didn't answer directly but signaled to Milly before walking off.

Dr. Willis approached, her hands in her pockets, her eyes sparkling as she looked at Yares, "You've worked hard, Yates."

Her casual words had a playful undertone that seemed out of place in the tense atmosphere.

"Aren't you going to say anything, Dr. Willis?" Yates asked, extending his hand towards her.

Fanny smiled, stepping forward to embrace him.

Both still in their surgical attire, their embrace in front of patients

colleagues felt natural and swiner

a

perfect example of equals in love.

Their brilliance was equal, both shining bright together.

They didn't just touch and go; they held each other tightly, without any other intimate gestures, yet it conveyed immense happiness.

If the moment Yates and Milly

stepped out was eye-catching, this

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Watching them, I couldn't help but smile, my heart warming, and I instinctively leaned closer to Ernest.