S U R G E R Y Unscramble Novels & Stories

Paramedics rushed over with a stretcher and carried Claire into the vehicle. After four hours of emergency surgery, she was finally out of danger. “Mrs. Stephens, your daughter’s appendectomy incision ruptured. Combined with strenuous activity, it resulted in an abdominal infection. Had she arrived just a few minutes later, we might not have been able to reverse the damage.”

Through the car window, she said in a low, cold voice, "Tell Samuel to come out right now and perform the surgery—or his mother won't make it." My father seemed to collapse in on himself. He closed his eyes, and for a long moment, he was silent. When he finally spoke, his voice was raw and gravelly, as though he'd just made an impossible decision. "I'll take you to Samuel. But you have to save his mother first." Adeline let out a mocking laugh and gave a curt nod. "If you'd said that from the start, I wouldn't have had to go through all this trouble." Following my father's directions, the cars wound through twisting back roads until they reached a desolate graveyard.

Surgery four was safe and successfully performed. . . . ……..

She kept demanding that I give up the surgery slot, even urging the nurse to send Isaac into the operating room first. "Nurse, please perform surgery on Mom immediately! I’m not giving up the slot. Take Mom into the operating room now. Don’t delay even a second!" I snatched the consent form and signed my name in one swift motion.

For the next four hours, the clock ceased to exist. The room remained completely quiet, save for the heavy rhythm of the rain lashing against the glass, the frantic beep of heart monitors, and the metallic clink of my surgical instruments hitting the tray. With quick, fluid movements, I performed a full surgical debridement on the guard with the shrapnel, flushed out the abdominal wound of the first patient, and deftly repaired the severed artery in Marco's forearm, securing it with precise, even stitches.

the nurse I typically collaborate with during surgeries interrupts me. "What's wrong?" I inquire with concern. "We have a new patient requiring urgent surgery, and unfortunately, there isn't a doctor currently available." She clarified with urgency. "What? Where are the surgeons?" I inquired, surprised by the absence of any available. "I can explain later, but please come to the operating room now." She pleaded. I dropped my bag on the floor, swiftly changed into my surgical attire, and rushed out. The room was prepared, requiring only the presence of a surgeon. I promptly reviewed her chart before issuing the necessary orders.

I was pinned to the ground, with countless guns aimed at my head. In that moment, it felt like a nightmare—so surreal, I almost believed I was dreaming. I had been a doctor for years. I couldn't possibly make such a rookie mistake. "There has to be some kind of misunderstanding! I was in surgery the entire time. I never even had the chance to touch the medication! Besides, with so many people around, why would I be stupid enough to do something like that?"