It was a miracle that I managed to get her out of critical condition before handing her over to the specialist surgeon.
I had saved her life, or at least delayed death long enough for the surgeons to finish the job.
The next day, I was called into the patient’s room.
The chief doctor told me the woman’s identity, and I could barely suppress the trembling in my hands.
She was Mrs. Fuentez, the wife of the head of the most powerful mafia family in the region. The owner of the very hospital where I worked.
I entered her room nervously, unsure of what to expect, but to my surprise, she greeted me warmly. She was sitting up in bed, smiling as though nothing had happened.
“So, you are the doctor who saved me?” Mrs. Fuentez asked, her eyes bright and full of life despite the guards stationed outside her door.
Trying to maintain professionalism, I replied humbly, “It was not just me, Madam. There were many people involved in saving you, the emergency personnel, nurses, and the specialist who operated on you.”