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

Surgeons.

Nurses.

Administrators.

Security.

And in the background was Richard Walsh.

The man whose fortune exceeded ten billion dollars.

He had appeared on magazine covers.

That night he seemed just a terrified father.

He walked towards me.

I thought I'd try to talk.

Instead he did something unexpected.

He bowed his head.

—Dr. Hart. My family owes you an apology.

“Afterwards.

“Of course.

“Now I need full access to Ethan’s latest studies.

“It will have everything.

“And no one enters the operating room without medical clearance.

“Understand.”

Marcus appeared several meters behind.

When he saw me, he opened his mouth.

Richard turned to him.

Not a word.

Marcus shut up.

It was the first time I saw him obey so fast.

I went into Ethan's room twenty minutes later.

I was conscious.

Weak, but conscious.

When he saw me, he tried to smile.

“I guess this is the time when I should say I’m really sorry about the seat.

Do not waste oxygen by making jokes.

“Understand.”

I checked his pupils.

Your pressure.Physics

The monitors.

“His sister is very convincing.

“It always has been.

The operation will be more dangerous now.

His smile disappeared.

For the medicines?

"Partly.

“Can I ask anything?”

“Yes.” “If it hadn’t been my seat—if they had just treated her like that and I had nothing to do with it... would I have come back?

The question surprised me.

I thought so.

I don’t know.

Ethan nodded.

“Right.

“Are you afraid?”

“A lot.

-Okay.

He arched an eyebrow.

“Well?

Patients who are not afraid before surgery like this usually do not understand what is happening.

That ripped a little laugh at him.

—Dr. Hart.

“Yes?”

“If I don’t wake up...

“Don’t start.

I need to say it.

I let him continue.

“Don’t blame anyone for what happens inside that operating room.

I looked at him.

“My job is to get it out alive.

I know.

Then let me do my job.

At 1:42 a.m. the operation began.

For the first two hours everything went as planned.

Then we found the problem that the images had not shown.

The posterior wall of the artery was more deteriorated than calculated.

“Bleeding,” Daniel said.

I see it.

The pressure fell.Physics

Eighty over forty.

“Suction.

“It’s rising.

More blood.

The operating room transformed into a perfectly coordinated storm.

Every person knew what to do.

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