My name is Olivia Moore. My husband Nolan Schmidt's father, Liam Schmidt, had a sudden heart attack and was rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment, but as a doctor, he let the intern Camila Hayes perform the surgery.
Camila stood at the operating table, flustered, unable to even hold the scalpel steadily.
She blinked and said coyly, "Mr. Schmidt, I'm a little scared."
Nolan dotingly tapped her nose, completely ignoring the steadily declining vitals on the monitor, patiently comforting her for ten minutes before guiding her step by step on how to perform a thoracotomy.
As a result, Camila's hand trembled and accidentally cut the aorta. She suddenly threw herself into Nolan's arms, crying for comfort.
Nolan held her tightly, soothing her softly. Meanwhile, Liam missed the best rescue window and died on the spot.
When Nolan walked out of the operating room holding the still-sobbing Camila, he just shot me a cold glance.
He said, "If you want to blame someone, blame your dad's bad luck. Before you leave, write a thank-you letter to comfort Camila. Your dad lived to a good age, that's enough. Don't let his death leave Camila with psychological scars."
I froze in place. After a moment of shock, I realized he had always thought the one on the operating table was my dad, Wyatt Moore.
I let out a sneer, "Im afraid youll have to write that thank-you letter yourself."
Nolan looked impatient. "Olivia, can you stop being so unreasonable? Acting like this will only make people dislike you!"
"Didn't you see how terrified Camila was to perform surgery on your dad?"
Camila burrowed into his arms with grievance. "Mr. Schmidt, dont say that, Olivia will get upset. If I cause any discord between you two, Id be heartbroken."
"It's my fault for not being capable enough to save Olivia's father. She has every right to blame me. Even if she wants to hit or scold me now, I'll accept it."
As she spoke, she truly began to choke up.
Nolan felt heartbroken and immediately held her tighter, gently comforting, "I'm here, let's see who dares to touch you!"
"Camila, you're just too kind. It's not your fault her dad unfortunately got sick, so don't blame yourself for this."
Then, he turned his head and glared at me fiercely. "Olivia, that's enough. Look at how badly you've bullied her!"
"Take your dad's body away immediately! Stop being an eyesore here! And hurry up and write a thank-you letter!"
Watching their intimate behavior, I just felt disgusted.
When Liam was first sent to the hospital, I immediately called Nolan.
I heard he canceled several emergency surgeries to come over, and I felt relieved at the time.
He is the top surgeon in this hospital, saving countless critically ill patients.
I thought he didn't trust others, which is why he was so eager to take charge, but I never expected he would dare to let an inexperienced intern lead the surgery.
Now the patient is dead, and the family has to comfort the doctor instead?
But after all, Nolan is the one who is actually related to Liam by blood, so I can't say much.
I spoke coldly, "I have no problem, just wondering if you also think this has nothing to do with the doctor and that we should thank the doctor for saving lives despite being scared?"
Nolan sneered, his eyes contemptuous, "Olivia, stop with the sarcasm. Do you think I can't understand your words? You're just jealous that Camila can heal and save lives."
"I'll make myself clear today, you can record it. Even if it were my dad on the operating table, I'd still say the same thing."
"The patient's death has nothing to do with the doctor. Having a kind doctor like Camila is a blessing for the patients, and as family members, we should be grateful!"
I just found it funny and quickly recorded it as he requested.
Looking at his indifferent attitude, I just felt chilled to the bone.