Reported on the Rescue Train
At the express train station entrance, I was stopped by a security guard. He asked, “What is in the container?”
I said, “It is a living heart. It needs to be transplanted in two hours.” I handed over the urgent medical pass.
After the security guard checked the document and prepared to let me through, a hand reached from behind and grabbed the container. A voice shouted, “Do not let her go! The container contains prohibited items!”
I turned and saw my sister‑in‑law, Ariana Cole. She pointed at me and shouted, “Sir, I am reporting her! She is my sister‑in‑law. What is in the container is not a cure for illness. It is drugs she bought from the black market. She plans to transport them and sell them by using her doctor identity!”
Armed police surrounded us with their guns drawn.
My eyes were bloodshot from anxiety. “Ariana, have you lost your mind? There is a donor heart inside! The recipient only has two hours to live!”
Ariana rolled her eyes and sneered. “Why are you pretending? My brother said you have acted mysteriously lately. You are definitely up to no good. If you have nothing to hide, why not open it and show us?”
The place fell silent. The SWAT officer leading the group spoke in a cold voice. He said, “Please cooperate with the inspection. Open the container immediately.”
I looked at my countdown watch as cold sweat soaked my back.
If the heart became contaminated, Arthur Quinn, the national hero who depended on it, would not survive.