The screen displayed a massive group chat, featuring a freshly uploaded video.
It was a clear clip of her dropping to her knees, delivering back blows, performing chest thrusts, and saving York's life.
The video was only fifteen seconds long, but the footage was crystal clear.
Her hands were blindingly fast and incredibly steady, her expression totally unbothered from start to finish.
The group chat was blowing up with 999+ unread messages.
"The most gorgeous doctor ever!"
Landon scrolled down manually, pointing out the comments one by one.
"Total ice in her veins, that was textbook!"
"Oh my god, she literally saved that kid's life. He was a goner!"
"What hospital does this goddess work at? I'm booking an appointment right now!"
"Wow, badass doctor! Marry me!"
"Instant regret for dropping out of med school, ugh."
Landon looked at Sienna, his eyes practically sparkling with hero worship.
Sienna pushed the phone back.
"They're exaggerating. It was nothing."
Landon pocketed his phone, completely serious:
"Sienna, what was going through your head at that exact moment?"
Sienna paused.
What was she thinking?
The second she saw the boy's symptoms, muscle memory took over.
By the time her conscious brain caught up, she was already doing chest compressions.
"Nothing," she replied.
"Are you always like that in the ER?"
"Yeah. It's the job."
Landon set his glass down, utterly captivated.
"That's incredible."

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