My 4-year-old son suddenly had a heart attack, while I was leisurely touching up my makeup outside the operating room. My husband rushed over in extreme anxiety. “Carrie Johnson, your son has a single ventricle heart. You’re the only surgeon in the entire province who can perform this operation. Please change your clothes and get in there!” After perfecting my lipstick, I pressed my lips together in the mirror and said nonchalantly, “I’m off duty.” My mother-in-law fell to her knees with a thud at my feet, begging through tears: “Carrie, I’m begging you. Please save your son!” I displayed a look of disgust, moving my foot slightly to the side, then smiled and said, “I’m the patient’s biological mother. According to hospital regulations, I can’t perform surgery on immediate family members.” My husband anxiously stamped his foot and said, “This is a special emergency situation. The hospital has already approved it!” With a calm expression, I took out an eyebrow razor, cut my right wrist, and then smiled saying, “Now I can’t hold a scalpel.” I extended my hand toward them. They stared at my bleeding wrist in disbelief, their faces instantly turning pale. My mother-in-law suddenly burst into tears, then collapsed to the floor, crying out in despair, “What a sin! This is truly a sin!” “Carrie, how can you be so heartless? Lewis Ferguson is your only son! Don’t you care whether he lives or dies?” “Oh my poor Lewis, what a miserable fate you have.” I withdrew my hand, quickly treated the wound, and ignored her as I continued with my makeup. I had plans to go shopping with someone soon. In truth, I completely understood my mother-in-law’s hysterical state. After all, she had raised Lewis since he was small. Lewis was both premature and born with congenital heart disease. When I gave birth to him, he weighed just over four pounds, tiny, with a cry as weak as a kitten’s. I remember back then, Lewis couldn’t drink milk on his own. My mother-in-law fed him spoonful by spoonful every day. Just then, Ella Ferguson arrived as well. She glanced at my mother-in-law sitting on the floor, then at me applying makeup, and immediately became furious: “Carrie, your son is dying! How can you possibly be putting on makeup?” “Are you even human?” Abraham Ferguson also spoke up: “Carrie, we’re all doctors, and doctors should have compassion. If you can stand by while your own son dies, you don’t deserve to be a doctor!” After applying foundation, I took out my face powder and said coldly, “If you think you can do it, then go ahead. You’re also a cardiac surgeon, so why don’t you go in and perform the surgery?” Abraham was momentarily stunned, then a few seconds later, he angrily replied, “I, I can’t!” “Single ventricle surgery is extremely difficult with high risks. The success rate is only 1%. You’re the only doctor with successful experience. Plus, Lewis was premature, and his heart function never fully developed.” Ella, standing nearby, grew anxious too and said, “Carrie, if Lewis doesn’t have this surgery, he won’t live to see his fifth birthday! Do you want him to die?” When my mother-in-law heard her grandson wouldn’t live past 5, she froze completely. A few seconds later, she trembled as she crawled on her knees to me, repeatedly kowtowing and pleading: “Carrie, I’m truly begging you, please save Lewis. He’s such a pitiful child!” I watched as the elderly woman knelt before me, continuously banging her head until her forehead was bleeding. The onlookers couldn’t bear to watch anymore and began pointing fingers at me. “Even the most vicious tiger wouldn’t devour its own cubs. This mother is too cruel!” “She doesn’t deserve to be a doctor, or even a human being!” Among the crowd were nurses from the hospital. They looked at me with astonishment, whispering among themselves: “Dr. Johnson is the most renowned cardiac surgeon in our city. She has an extremely high success rate and has saved many lives. But why won’t she step in to save her own son?” “Perhaps because her son’s condition is particularly complex, Dr. Johnson is probably worried that a failed surgery would damage her reputation.” “How heartless, to sacrifice her own son for her reputation! Even the cruelest tiger wouldn’t harm its own cub!” They were right. I had saved many people, but I didn’t want to save my own son. I pretended not to hear anything and continued applying my makeup in the mirror. Looking at my reflection, I couldn’t help but frown. After 72 consecutive hours of surgery, I looked much more haggard.
2 Abraham frowned deeply when he heard the murmurs from the onlookers. “Carrie, stop making a scene! Come with me now, we’ll do this surgery together. If you’re worried about your reputation being affected by failure, you can supervise while I operate. If it fails, all the blame can fall on me. Will that work for you?!” “No matter how slim the hope, even if there’s only a one-in-a-thousand chance, we can’t give up on Lewis!” Abraham stepped forward and grabbed me, smearing my eyeliner all the way to my temple. My makeup was ruined. How was I supposed to go out now? It was infuriating. “What’s wrong with you? Couldn’t you see I was applying eyeliner? Thanks to you, it’s completely messed up now.” “I’ve repeatedly said I can’t do this surgery. Can’t any of you understand what I’m saying?” “If Lewis dies, then he dies. That’s his fate. We need to learn to accept destiny.” After I said this, everyone present immediately became noisy and agitated. They hadn’t expected me to say such things, so their insults grew even louder. Abraham was stunned, not expecting my attitude to be so firm. Just as he was about to say something, a nurse rushed over, shouting: “Dr. Ferguson, Lewis is awake, but…” Upon hearing her grandson was awake, the grandmother quickly stood up from the floor and anxiously grabbed the nurse’s arm. “But what? Tell me quickly.” “But Lewis is extremely agitated, crying and demanding to see his mother. Nothing we say can calm him down.” “Lewis’s emotional instability is severely affecting his condition.” The grandmother trembled anxiously, then turned to grab my arm, saying: “Carrie, please go see Lewis, calm him down.” I forcefully shook off her hand and said impatiently: “I don’t have time! I’m not going!” Still not giving up, the grandmother said: “I’ll give you anything you want if you’ll save Lewis.” I casually asked: “Anything at all?” “Yes, anything!” I put away my compact mirror, turned to look at her, and said deliberately: “I want a divorce!” I paused, then continued: “After the divorce, you can have custody of Lewis, I don’t want it. And I want Abraham to leave with nothing. Finally, you’ll give me one million dollars.” After I said this, the room erupted in an uproar. Abraham pointed at me and cursed: “You heartless woman! Using your own son’s life as leverage for a divorce.” “Is money all you care about?” …… I ignored Abraham and smiled at Mrs. Margaret, waiting for her answer. Abraham was a mama’s boy who always followed his mother’s opinions. All the family’s major assets were registered under Mrs. Margaret’s name. If we divorced, I wouldn’t get a penny. “Fine! As long as you agree to save Lewis, the house and cars will be yours, and I’ll give you one million dollars.” “Then sign this first.” I calmly took out a divorce agreement from my bag and handed it to Abraham, saying: “Sign it.” Abraham stared at the divorce agreement, glaring at me angrily, refusing to sign. Mrs. Margaret quickly grabbed the divorce agreement and shoved it into Abraham’s hands, forcing him to sign. “Abraham, sign it quickly. Once you do, Lewis can be saved.” I interrupted her, reminding: “The million dollars hasn’t been transferred yet. I won’t perform the surgery until the money is in my account.” As soon as I finished speaking, Ella immediately lost her temper, pointing at me and shouting: “Carrie! Don’t be delusional!” “You can have the divorce, but you won’t get a single cent of the Ferguson family’s money!” Just then, a nurse came running in frantically, saying: “Dr. Ferguson, your son’s heart rate is abnormal. The situation is extremely urgent. Please arrange for surgery immediately.”
3 Upon hearing that Lewis’s condition was critical, Mrs. Margaret’s face instantly turned pale. Her hands trembled uncontrollably as she held her phone, and her speech became stuttered: “Carrie, I-I-I’ll transfer the money right away. Please, save Lewis quickly.” I noticed Mrs. Margaret’s fingers shaking so badly that she kept entering the wrong password. Unable to bear watching this, I averted my gaze. In truth, Mrs. Margaret had always been good to me. I was an orphan. After I got together with Abraham, his mother never looked down on me. Later, when I married Abraham, his mother treated me like her own daughter, caring for me in every way possible. It was she who allowed me to experience maternal love and the warmth of family. On our wedding day, Mrs. Margaret held my hand, her eyes reddening as she told me: “Carrie, from today on, I’m your mother. If Abraham ever mistreats you, I certainly won’t let him get away with it.” Not only Mrs. Margaret, but Abraham was equally good to me—gentle, considerate, and always accommodating. When we first married, Ella had a poor attitude toward me and repeatedly provoked me. However, Abraham and Mrs. Margaret always stood by my side, protecting me. Mrs. Margaret even drove Ella out of the house, forcing her to live independently. Later, when I became pregnant, they cherished me even more, treating me like a princess. Abraham himself was a doctor, and no matter how busy his work was, he would take time off to accompany me to prenatal checkups and drive me to and from work. After Lewis was born, he was frail and frequently ill. To allow me to focus on my work, his grandmother retired early to personally care for Lewis with great attention, never letting me worry about it. Yet now, Mrs. Margaret was humbly kneeling before me, offering to transfer all her savings and retirement funds to me. Suddenly, a bitter feeling welled up inside me. Complex emotions rushed through my heart, leaving me speechless. Just then, Ella, who had been standing nearby, saw that her mother was actually going to make the transfer and anxiously reached out to grab the phone. “Mom, have you lost your mind? That’s your funeral money! Don’t waste it on this vicious woman!” “Let my brother handle this himself. Trust him—he’ll surely resolve this. Don’t get involved!” As soon as she finished speaking, Ella snatched the divorce agreement and tore it to pieces. Still not satisfied with venting her anger, she threw the shredded paper forcefully on the ground and repeatedly stomped on it. Then, turning to Abraham, she said: “Brother, you should perform this surgery yourself!” Abraham hesitated for a few seconds, seemingly recalling something, then said through gritted teeth: “Fine! I’ll perform this surgery myself!” “Carrie, I will definitely divorce you, but you won’t get a penny!” “Mom, stop begging her. I’ll do this surgery. Lewis is my son, and even if it affects my career, I must save him! If the surgery fails, I’ll die with my son!” Abraham spoke with such determination that the onlookers were moved by his profound fatherly love, many of them in tears. By comparison, I, as the mother, seemed even more unreasonable. I smiled and said, “If that’s the case, then I wish you success with the surgery in advance.” I glanced at my watch; our appointment time was approaching. The person I was meeting would arrive soon, and I didn’t want to waste more words with them. I turned around and packed up my makeup bag. Abraham glared at me with hatred, then turned and walked toward the operating room. However, after taking just two steps forward, Abraham collided with someone. This person was exactly who I had arranged to meet. Abraham stumbled backward unsteadily. When he regained his balance and saw who was standing before him, his eyes widened in shock. He was too frightened to utter a word!
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