“Hold on,” the surgeon whispered, his voice barely rising above the persistent beeping of the monitors. He signaled for his assistant to step aside as he ventured further with deliberate caution. His eyebrows knitted together in deep concentration, his hands steady as a sculpture’s. Disbelief began to shadow his expression as he shook his head. “This… This cannot be.” His voice resonated throughout the room, his words now tainted with uncertainty.
“Fetch Dr. Bedi and Dr. Agata immediately!” he directed the young nurse, his tone nearly bordering on panic. The intensity in the room spiked; it was clear he needed reinforcements. But why? What had caused such a stir? His frantic need for additional opinions, for explanations, only highlighted the perplexity of the situation before him. His desperation was palpable, but the reasons remained obscured.