I Need A Doctor

Chapter 1

CHAPTER 1

JORDAN’S P.O.V

In the operating room.

“Patient’s condition?” Saya siap memakai mask, gloves, surgical cap and apron.

“Acute hemorrhage, 70% burns. Patient was involved in a hit and run accident and his car exploded. Public helped to drag him out of the car before ambulance arrived.” Dr. Shawn explained to me while we started operating the patient.

“His daughter?” Saya tanya lagi sebab tiada kesan luka atau kotoran on the little girl.

“She was just coming out of 7-eleven. Patient side parked while waiting for his daughter, witnesses informed that a 3-ton lorry driving fast hit his car.” Dr. Shawn jawab.

TIT TIT TIIIT! The sound from the ventilator made everyone panic.

“ICD NOW!!” Nurse Lina pantas passed defibrillator to me.

“1,2,3!” BAAPP!! Patient kena countershock di dada. No response.

“1,2,3!” BAAPP!! 2nd attempt. No response.

“1,2,3!” BAAPP! 3rd attempt, masih tiada response.

“1,2,3!” BAAPP!! 4th attempt.

“1,2…” Saya masih trying to save the patient.

“Jordy, he’s gone.” Shawn tarik bahu saya, tegas tapi lembut. “We tried. You tried your best.”

“Time of death 10.53pm.” Shawn announced slowly. Everyone menunduk kesedihan.

I broke down on my knees, opened my gloves and humban sekuat hati saya. Tidak tahu terbang di mana sudah tu gloves. Saya menekup muka saya and body started shaking.

“ARGH!” I shouted in frustration. Shawn knelt down next to me, one arm on my shoulders. No words, just two doctors on our knees in understanding silence.

There are victories and yet there are failures in life. Same goes to life of a doctor. The feeling of saving lives were so great, it felt God-Like. Then came the feeling of losing a life that has the same greatness. Greatness of guilt, regret. Sometimes I just feel like a murderer when I couldn’t save my patients’ lives.

I’m Jordan Asher Choong and I’m a doctor, a surgeon to be precise. How old am I? My mom just can’t stop nagging about a 28-year-old single doctor that should be giving her grandbabies by now. Yes, I’m Sabahan-born, bercampur-campur bangsa saya. My dad’s Chinese and my mom’s Kadazan-German. Handsome kah saya? Memanglah. Doctor paling hot di pasaran bah saya ni. Hahahaha!

Well, although my mom’s half German tapi bila sudah mix-mix darah kuat Kadazan and my dad yang pure Chinese, I ended up muka macam Korea-Korea. Tapi kenapa saya masih single? Banyak kali sudah saya kena break bah sebenarnya, kesian kan? Kerja punya pasal lah. The girls in my life just couldn’t keep up with my hectic job, semua mahu minta kahwin. Bukanlah bah satu kali saya date all the girls. Baru 4 bah ex-girlfriend saya. I’m just not ready to be committed in a marriage. Pernah satu ex -girlfriend saya yang paling lama I was in a relationship with cakap kalau mahu tunggu saya kahwin dia, maybe 3, 4 kali dia mati hidup balik pun tidak akan kena kahwin.

After one year baru saya dapat move on from the break-up, how pathetic. Bila saya teringat balik kata-kata dia, betul juga. Eee! tidaklah saya mahu kahwin dia. High maintenance, tidak mahu kerja tapi mahu shopping saja.

Continue in the operating room, saya berdiri perlahan-lahan. Shawn, my best friend ikut saya berdiri. Saya tengok all the nurses hampir siap sudah cleaning and tidying up the operation room.