Chapter 62 The Crucible Of Competence

• The phone call shattered the dry hum of our budget meeting. Aris Thorne was crashing. Multi-system failure. Drug-induced cardiomyopathy. The words were a cold fist around my heart. She wasn’t just our first case; she was a promise. If we failed her now, the entire foundation of The Lin Foundation would crumble before it was even built.
• “Prep an OR. Now. I’m on my way.”
• I was moving before I’d even processed the words, my body operating on a deep-seated medical autopilot. Alexander was on his feet instantly, his eyes locked on me. “What is it?”