Stay Off My Operating Table Romane & Geschichten

Her mom was her only family left in the world, and she couldn't bear to lose her! "..." Frost and Georg exchanged glances for three seconds. "Go to the disinfection area, and you can only stay behind the curtain, not close to the operating table." With that, Frost led Bianca, and together with Georg, they went around the curtain into the separate area, completing the disinfection and change of clothes for all three in thirty seconds. Then they settled Bianca in a chair behind the curtain. "Each department, get ready, we'll proceed to the operating table within five minutes," Frost said as he walked out of the separate area to prepare for the surgery.

Judith sighed, "You've been wronged over these years. I don't know if I can make it up to you..." I encouraged her, "Grandma, don't overthink it." As the mobile bed was at the door of the operation room, I was barred by the nurse but Judith pulled and refused to let me go. I leaned over, hugged Judith, and said, "Don't worry. Grandma. I'll wait for you outside." Only then did Judith let go of my hand. The light on the operating room was turned on. I sat at the door, with my heart in a mess.

I can’t— Knock knock. Not frantic. Just sharp. Commanding. The door creaked open behind me. “Dr. Queen?” It was the same nurse from before—Olivia, if I remembered right. Brown-haired, sharp-browed, competent. And now, clearly alarmed. I didn’t turn around. “I can’t do it,” I whispered hoarsely. “I can’t operate on that man.” A beat of silence. Then, “Why?” “It’s private.”

As if sensing my stunned expression, Nathan looked up in confusion with his red eyes. I quickly lowered my head and adjusted the mask over the bridge of my nose to conceal my emotions. Turning around, I pushed open the doors to the operating room. "We'll do everything we can for the patient." I guessed our relationship was completely over. After a round of rescue, the mother's condition was relatively stable, and the atmosphere in the operating room became more relaxed.

Our parents couldn't bear the strain any longer and eventually went home to rest. I stayed outside the operating room the entire time, refusing to leave even for a moment.

Let's go through with the rejection in a few days. I turned off the phone, followed the healer, and lay down on the operating table.

But a determined look from me silenced any protest before it could form fully. Instead, he nodded, the corners of his mouth turning up in a small, resigned smile. "Yes, ma’am. Okay, I’ll ensure everything is ready. We’ll be set to depart within the hour,” he assured, turning to make the necessary arrangements. The operation room buzzed with a mix of tension and hope. Sabrina, standing nearby, gave me a reassuring pat on the back. Her presence was infectious and calming, providing comfort amid the uncertainty. Together, we gathered our essentials, steeling ourselves for whatever lay ahead.

While my wife, Audrey Kates, stayed by her first love, Gavin Shaw’s hospital room, I lay on a cold operating table. I was hopelessly waiting for my death. Tubes ran through my entire body as the monitors beeped like a countdown to death. That sound reminded me that it was time to go. My heart finally went flat on the EKG. Meanwhile, Gavin’s team reported a successful surgery. The emergency light over the operating room went dark. My eyes closed for good.

"Hurry up, prepare for the operation!" Looking at the blood on the unconscious legs, Yang Yan's face changed greatly, and she ordered in a stern voice. Mo Zixiao placed her on the operating table and was chased out by Yang Yan. "All the unrelated people, get out of here." "I'm not leaving. I want to stay here with her." Seeing that there was no trace of blood on the operating table, Mo Zixiao's heart was like a thousand arrows piercing through his heart. "Do you think she died too soon?"