"We were turned away."
Daniel Johnson sighed. Although disappointed, it was expected.
The elder was already at a venerable age, long since retired, no longer practicing medicine, with a particularly eccentric personality. He sought neither wealth nor profit; if he didn't want to help, no amount of money would persuade him.
"But..." Anthony Taylor seemed to remember something amusing and curled his lips, "We don't need to worry about this; there are people who will."
Daniel Johnson raised an eyebrow, "You mean President Lewis?"
Anthony Taylor shook his head, "Not just him."
Time ticked by second by second.
Old Lady Taylor's surgery went from eight o'clock to two, a full six hours. The long surgery was exhausting for Hope Williams, but on the operating table, she didn't dare to lose focus, remaining completely engrossed in the task at hand, leaving no room for error.
