Chapter 3 Could You Be Responsible for His Life and Death

Lewis took a deep breath, dropped the mask into the disposal box along with the cyan surgical gown, and turned to walk to the washbasin.

She turned on the faucet, took some soap, rubbed her hands, and washed off the foam; then she took some soap, rubbed her hands, and washed the foam again, repeating like this three times.

The little nurse came over quietly and whispered, "Dr. Lewis, Head Evans just finished it and he performed it for you."

"Did Head Evans cut it?"

"Under that condition, it must be cut! However, the family member agreed this time."

"It's great that he agreed!"

Nancy Lewis took a deep breath and was just about to rub her hands when the phone in the pocket vibrated.

"Dr. Lewis, there's another patient with a life-threatening condition in the emergency department. You hurry over."

Lewis's eyes flashed and in just five minutes, she ran to the emergency department.

Doctor Julia Jones of the emergency department came up to her anxiously.

"Dr. Lewis, hurry up. It's a gunshot wound. There are three of them; one of them is close to the heart and needs immediate surgery."

"Get ready immediately." Without any hesitation, Nancy Lewis already rushed in.

5:00 p.m.

The door of the operating room suddenly was opened, and Nancy Lewis hurried out of the office, taking off her mask, "Which one is the family member?"

"I am!"

Nancy Lewis froze for a moment before noticing the drop-dead gorgeous face in front of her, and it was the Third Young Master of the Main Family who helped her out in the corridor.

"Relationship?"

"Friend."

"The injured is in bad condition with a large chest hemorrhage and needs the signature of the immediate family."

Nancy Lewis said while turning around, "The situation is urgent, and the patient can't be delayed long. It must be signed in five minutes."

"He's an orphan and has no relative."

Nancy Lewis took a deep breath and instantly raised her eyes, emphasizing the tone, "Can you be responsible for his life and death?"

"Yes." Shane Main's voice was deep and magnetic, with a hint of clear cold.

"Then..."

Nancy Lewis raised the paper in her hand, "Please look at the terms and sign."

Sweeping over her name tag sedately, Shane Main raised the corner of lips with interest. Then, he lowered the head and vigorously signed his name on the contract.

The door of the operating room was close once more.

Looking at the corner of her disappearing clothes, Shane Main smiled with profound meaning. Then, he pushed the door and walked to the stairwell. He took out a cigarette, lit it and took a slow puff.

His charming face was hidden behind the smoke, hazy to unreal, and he pulled out his phone.

"Check the person for me."

"Who?"

"Nancy Lewis, an attending surgeon at the Presbyterian Hospital."

...

The surgery was finally over.

Nancy Lewis walked out of the operating room. She was so fatigued that she was somewhat unsteady.

She was standing there and washing her hands, when a tall figure approached her, and it was Lynn Evans, deputy head of the surgery department.

Both of them were genius students. They got the nod from Dr. Rodriguez and became his students when they were in the junior year. Just he was three grades older than her.

"The surgery morning was successful, but a third was still cut."

Nancy Lewis tilted her face and smiled weakly, "Hmm, I already got it."

Lynn Evans lowered his voice, "Don't worry about the complaint. I will explain it to the director, and it's not your fault."

"Thank you, Senior Brother."

Lynn Evans smiled and looked at Nancy Lewis with a little softer eyes.

The very first time he saw her, she was only a sixteen-year-old girl with a long ponytail and a childish face. She was petite like a middle school student when standing in a group of college students.

At that time, he was thinking in his heart that although this little girl lowered the age of this grade, she also raised the face value of it.

"Junior Sister, can we have dinner together in the evening?"

"Sure, I'm starving. Senior Brother, it's on you."

"No problem, old place."

The two men joked and walked out of the operating room, as a slightly cold voice popped out from the edge, "Dr. Lewis, can we have a talk?"

Nancy Lewis stopped and turned back.

However, she saw the Third Young Master of the Main Family clamped a cigarette butt between his two fingers and blew out smoke at random a few meters away. His upright posture was mostly submerged in the shadows, and his expression was somewhat murky.