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I am Donald, a brain doctor and surgeon, and this is one of the most striking incident that made me a proud surgeon 馃樂.
It was one of those rare moments when everything aligned, and my training, instincts, and sheer willpower came together to save a life. My phone's shrill ring cut through the quiet of my office, jolting me awake. I was already running late, and the last thing I needed was another emergency. But something about Dr. Patel's text message made my heart skip a beat. "Emergency. Patient in critical condition. Get to Metro Hospital, now." I grabbed my coat and sprinted out the door, the city streets blurring together as I hailed a taxi. My mind was racing with possibilities. Who was the patient? What was the prognosis? Could I make a difference?
At Metro Hospital, chaos reigned. I burst through the doors, my eyes scanning the frenzied scene until they landed on Patel's grim face. "What's the situation?" I demanded, shrugging off my coat.
25 years old male, victim of a hit and run. Severe head trauma. We're losing him," Patel said, his words tumbling out in a rush. I didn't need to hear more. I was already moving, my training kicking in. The patient's scans flashed before my eyes the swelling, the bleeding, the catastrophic damage.
"Prep for surgery," I barked, snapping on gloves.
"The OR's ready," Patel said, anticipating my needs.
The next few hours were a blur. I worked with a precision that bordered on instinct, my hands moving swiftly as I navigated the complexities of the brain. Time lost all meaning; the only sound was the steady beep of machines and the rush of my own heartbeat.
And then, it was done. I straightened, exhaustion creeping in like a thief in the night. Patel handed me a cup of lukewarm coffee, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "You did it," he said, smiling. I shook my head, my gaze drifting to the patient, now stable. "We did it," I corrected, my voice barely above a whisper.
The OR doors swung open, and a nurse called out, "Doctor Grant, his family's here." I nodded, steeling myself for the inevitable questions, the pleas for hope.
As I spoke to the family, explaining the situation in terms they could understand, a sense of pride swelled within me. My swift reaction had saved a life. It was a feeling that never got old, a rush of adrenaline that reminded me why I'd chosen this path.
Later, alone in my office, I reflected on the night's events. It was moments like these that made all the late nights, the endless studying, and the countless sacrifices worth it. I smiled, my mmind already racing ahead to the next challenge, the next patient, the next life waiting to be saved.
THE END.
This story was inspired by a movie I saw recently, (Ghost doctor). It's a K-drama series, it's extremely interesting and it motivated me while I was writing this piece (SWIFT REACTION).
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