The woman looked stunned, unable to believe what she had heard. "What did you just say? My husband is in critical condition, and you're the best surgeon in the country. Why can't you save him?!"I turned to look at the patient lying in bed.The man was deathly pale, and he breathed weakly. His eyes, nose, and even the small mole beneath one eye looked exactly like that person.I looked away from the patient and flipped the roster list in my hand. "A burn victim was admitted before you arrived, and is waiting in the surgery room right now. I will have to operate on him first."My department head, Leroy Gibbs, rushed in through the door, and he smiled and nodded at the woman before he came quickly to my side and whispered, "Do you know who that person in front of you is? She is the heiress of a renowned pharmaceutical company in the city that does a lot of business with this hospital."Her husband is the son of Dr. Patricia Shaw, who had been in medicine for 50 years, and had many a
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