It illuminated everything, as bright as daylight.
"Dr. Slade, look..."
Kevin swiftly glanced at the distant sky. In the midst of howling winds, an unsteady helicopter was approaching the hospital rooftop.
"Get ready," Kevin ordered, and the whole team stood poised.
Bradley gripped the controls with intense focus, struggling to keep the helicopter steady. The dashboard's alarms blared, but he paid no attention to them.
The fierce wind and heavy rain made standing difficult for anyone.
Finally, to the team's anxious anticipation, the helicopter landed smoothly on the hospital rooftop.
Kevin led his team forward and saw Bradley carrying the unconscious Esther.
"What's happening, Bradley?" Kevin asked sharply, examining Esther's lifeless appearance.
Bradley glared and retorted, "I'll explain later."
Esther was rushed into the operating room with all the hospital experts assembled.
Drenched from the rain, Bradley sat in a well-lit conference room and demanded, "Tell me, how can she be treated?"
A brain specialist began, "Mr... Mr. Warner, your wife has suffered a head injury, and the delay in getting her here is significant. Unfortunately—"
Bradley grabbed a glass from the table and hurled it.
"Are you suggesting my wife is in the hands of incompetence?"
As the hospital director, Kevin had to defend his doctors. He stood up and firmly faced Bradley's interrogation.
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don't read at all. horrible story, makes me sick....