Meanwhile, Amanda sat in her office, the soft hum of the air conditioner the only sound breaking the heavy silence. She stared blankly at her desk, her mind replaying the events of the failed operation. The weight of the recent failure pressed down on her, mingling with memories of a previous case that had left a deep, indelible mark on her.
She closed her eyes, allowing herself to be transported back to that time—a time when she had faced another life-or-death situation. It was Lisa who had been brutally mistreated in prison. Amanda remembered the urgency and fear that had gripped her as she reviewed Lisa's X-rays, revealing a severe blood clot in her brain.
Flashback
The sterile scent of antiseptic filled the air as Amanda entered the emergency room, her mind focused and her senses on high alert. It was a typical chaotic night at the hospital, with patients being wheeled in and out, nurses rushing past, and doctors shouting orders.
"Dr. Amanda, we have a critical case," a nurse called out, her voice strained. "Female inmate, she lost a lot of blood. She needs immediate attention."
Amanda nodded, quickly slipping on her gloves and gown as she moved towards the patient. The sight that met her eyes made her heart skip a beat. The woman lying on the gurney was bruised and battered, her face swollen, and her breathing labored. The name on the chart read Lisa Manoban.
"What happened to her?" Amanda demanded, her voice edged with urgency.
"Prison officials found her in this state. She's been severely beaten. We suspect internal bleeding," the nurse replied, her voice shaking slightly.
Amanda's heart sank. The brutality Lisa had endured was beyond anything she had seen. "We need to stabilize her and get her to imaging, stat. Prep for a CT scan."
As they worked to stabilize Lisa, Amanda noticed the prison guard standing nearby, his face impassive. "Did she receive any medical attention in prison?" she asked, her voice edged with anger.
The guard shrugged. "She's a prisoner. It's not our priority."
Amanda shot him a withering look but held her tongue, focusing on the task at hand. After stabilizing Lisa, they rushed her to the imaging room. The CT scan revealed a horrifying truth: a significant blood clot in her brain, a direct result of the trauma she had suffered.
"She's got a severe subdural hematoma," Amanda informed the team. "We need to operate immediately, or she won't make it."
In the operating room, the tension was palpable, Amanda and her team moved with precision, their faces masks of concentration. The gravity of the situation weighed heavily on her shoulders. Lisa's condition was critical, and any delay could cost her life.
"Scalpel," Amanda requested, her voice steady but tense.
"Scalpel," the nurse echoed, placing the instrument in Amanda's hand.
The surgery was intricate and dangerous. Amanda's hands moved with practiced precision, carefully navigating the delicate structures of Lisa's brain. The blood clot was large and positioned near vital areas.
"Retractor," Amanda called out, her focus unyielding.
"Retractor," the nurse responded, handing over the tool.
As Amanda worked, flashes of Lisa's condition and the mistreatment she had endured filled her mind. She couldn't help but feel a surge of anger and determination. This woman had suffered enough. Amanda was going to save her.
"Clamp," Amanda instructed, her voice firm.
"Clamp," the nurse repeated, passing the instrument.
The minutes ticked by, each one feeling like an eternity. Amanda's team worked in perfect synchrony, following her lead with unwavering trust. The atmosphere in the operating room was thick with tension, every breath held in anticipation.
"Almost there," Amanda muttered, her eyes never leaving the surgical site.
Suddenly, Lisa's vitals began to drop. The monitors beeped frantically, signaling distress.
"She's crashing!" the anesthesiologist shouted.
Amanda's heart raced. "We need to stabilize her, now!" she commanded.
The team moved swiftly, administering medication and adjusting the ventilator. Amanda worked with fierce concentration, her hands a blur as she fought to save Lisa's life.
"Come on, stay with me," Amanda whispered, her voice filled with resolve.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Lisa's vitals began to stabilize. The blood clot was successfully removed, and the bleeding was under control. Amanda let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding.
"Vitals are stable," the anesthesiologist confirmed, relief evident in his voice.
Amanda stepped back, her hands trembling with exhaustion and adrenaline. "Close her up," she instructed, her voice soft but steady.
As the team finished the surgery and moved Lisa to recovery, Amanda felt a profound sense of relief wash over her. She had saved Lisa's life, but the battle was far from over. The scars of mistreatment and trauma would take time to heal.
Later, as Amanda watched over Lisa in the recovery room, she couldn't help but feel a deep connection to the woman who had endured so much. She vowed to see Lisa through her recovery, to ensure she received the care and justice she deserved.
In that moment, Amanda knew that this was more than just a medical case. It was a fight for Lisa's life and dignity, and Amanda was determined to be there every step of the way.
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The memory faded as Amanda opened her eyes, the weight of that night still pressing heavily on her heart. Lisa had survived, but the scars of her ordeal, both physical and emotional, had left a deep impression on Amanda. She had fought to save a life that many had deemed unworthy of care, and in doing so, she had found a renewed sense of purpose in her role as a healer.
Amanda shook herself from her reverie as her phone buzzed on her desk. She glanced at the screen and saw Kang Seulgi's name flashing.
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