THEY GOT OFF THE PLANE TO GIVE MY SEAT TO A MILLIONAIRE... WITHOUT KNOWING THAT I WAS THE ONLY PERSON WHO COULD SAVE HIS LIFE
PART 2
THE WOMAN WHO EXPELLED THE PLANE WAS THE ONLY SURGEON ABLE TO SAVE THE MILLIONAIRE
My name is Amelia Hart.
For most people, I was just a thirty-two-year-old woman traveling in old jeans, white sneakers and a suitcase she had seen better days.
For a small part of the medical world, however, my name meant something completely different.
For years he had operated under strict confidentiality clauses.
Company presidents.
Diplomats.
Tycoons.
Children from families capable of buying entire hospitals.
He never allowed photographs during the surgeries and rarely gave interviews.
That’s why the media ended up putting a nickname on me:
The Ghost Surgeon.
I didn't like it.
But I didn't bother denying it either.
That afternoon I went back to the hospital where I worked in Chicago and locked myself in my office.
I turned off the phone.
Or so I tried.
It had barely been twenty minutes when someone knocked on the door.
He was my colleague and friend, Dr. Daniel Foster.
“What happened?”
He lifted my broken suitcase.
It looks like you got hit by a truck.
“An airline.
What?
I told him everything.
When I was done, Daniel stared at me as if he expected him to ever say he was joking.
“Did you drive out the surgeon who was going to save the guy the seat was given to him?”
“Exactly.
Daniel dropped into the chair.
“That has to be a kind of world record for stupidity.
I didn't answer.
He saw my expression and stopped joking.
Did they also destroy the blisters?
I nodded.
“Everyone I was wearing.
Daniel paled.
He knew the formula. It was an experimental protocol designed specifically for the Ethan Walsh chart.
It took almost three weeks to prepare the necessary amount.
—Amelia...
I'm not going to operate it.
I understand that you are furious.
It is not out of pride.
I looked at him.
I was forcibly expelled. They falsified the reason for my landing. They allowed an employee to destroy specialized medical medication. Then his administrator threatened me without allowing me to explain anything.
Daniel kept quiet.
“This is no longer just a personal matter,” I continued. An operation of this level requires absolute trust between the team, the family and the surgeon. That trust disappeared.
