Linda's mentor had performed heart transplants before, so she was confident she can keep me alive. She said, "After your brother recovers, the whole family will accept you and I will stay by your side."
Linda and her colleagues carried out the surgery nervously but orderly.
After a long time, Linda took a heart out of my body.
Before she could take a closer look, she rushed into Hans's operating room with my heart.
My chest lay open, my body lying alone on the operating table.
The sharp alarm of the monitor startled the watching doctor. "How did he die? Didn't they say he had two hearts?"
One of Linda's colleagues felt puzzled, "You even believed Dr. Cardel's joke?"
"It's good that he died, after all the bad things he did, not saving Dr. Cardel's husband and even trying to seduce Dr. Cardel." Another colleague replied.
"Then what should we do now? He's dead, just wait for someone to collect the corpse. If no one claims him, the morgue will handle it." After speaking, all the doctors left the operating room.
Linda devoted herself to Hans's surgery. Although she was confident, it was her first time performing a heart transplant on a patient.