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    The nurse, clearly anxious, replied, “There’s a shortage of this blood type at other hospitals…” Her voice trailed off into a whisper.


    Feeling overwhelmed, Malcolm was unprepared for such a serious situation. “Dr. Hanson… what should we do?”


    Remembering the nurse’s mention of Dr. Wilson, his assistant surgeon chimed in, “Dr. Wilson outside said she might be able to help Dr. Mitchell.”


    “How is it possible for her to save Dr. Mitchell when there is no more blood avable in the hospital’s reserves? Damn it!” Malcolm muttered in frustration.


    “Does she think she’s the Supernatural Doctor? Even the Supernatural Doctor would be at a loss right now.” He cursed under his breath and signaled for the nurse to approach. “Go get Dr. Wilson. I want to see what she thinks she can do.”


    The assistant surgeon hesitated, knowing they hadn’t called her in when resources were still avable. Now, in this desperate situation, what could they possibly expect from Dr. Wilson? If the surgery failed, they’d likely shift the me onto her.


    When Malcolm saw the woman in the wheelchair, he scoffed. “You think you can perform surgery from a wheelchair? Which hospital do you work at…”


    “Dr. Hanson, the patient’s condition is deteriorating!”


    Before Malcolm could finish, a nurse’s urgent voice cut him off. Malcolm didn’t realize it was Norah. He turned back to Lanny, determined to do whatever it took in ast-ditch effort to save him.


    A woman in a wheelchair saving someone? Absurd!


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    But Norah remained unfazed and instructed the nurse pushing her wheelchair, “Please bring me closer to the operating table.” Seeing the vital signs plummet on the monitor, she knew they were running out of time.


    “Step aside,” she said quietly but with authority. “We need to move quickly.”


    Malcolm’s hands trembled as he angrily tossed the needle onto the tray. “Fine, you take over.”


    He had been painstakingly suturing the vessels, doing everything he could to keep Lanny alive.


    The nurse adjusted the operating table’s height to make it easier for Norah to work.


    “Dr. Wilson, we’re out of blood bags,” the nurse informed her, her voice tense. “The new ones haven’t arrived yet.”


    Malcolm folded his arms and observed with a discerning gaze. “Dr. Wilson, you must do something fast. Lanny’s condition is getting worse.”


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