âDr.
Lopez, please, you must prioritize my grandmotherâs surgery! Iâll have the money soon, I promise!â she implored, her voice desperate.
The doctor, Truman Lopez, adjusted his glasses with a sigh of frustration.
âMiss Gordon, weâve been over this.
Itâs not about willingnessâitâs about hospital policy.
Without upfront payment, I canât proceed.
The hospital is not a charity.
We canât run on promises.
â
Rita Gordon blocked his way, her tears falling freely as she clutched at his sleeve.
âDr.
Lopez, I understand the constraints, but please, weâre so close to having the funds.
My grandmother canât wait much longer.
Please save her.
â
âI have made myself clear.
Use this time to secure the funds instead,â
Truman replied firmly, attempting to move past her.
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In a desperate gesture, Rita dropped to her knees right there in the hallway.
âDr.
Lopez, Iâm literally begging you on my knees.
Please.
If she doesnât get her surgery soon, she wonât make it.
My grandmother raised me on her own, sacrificing everything to give me a future.
Now, sheâs finally got a chance for a new kidney, and time is running out.
Please, canât you make an exception?â Her voice cracked as she continued, âI canât face losing her.
The money will be ready soon, I swear.
Just please, start the preparations for her surgery.
Please save her.
â
Onlookers paused, their eyes drawn to the scene, some whispering, others watching in silent sympathy.
Trumanâs frown deepened, his impatience tinged with discomfort under the public gaze.
âMiss Gordon, what can you not understand? I truly understand your distress, but there are clear limits to what I can do,â he explained with a sigh, his tone a mix of frustration and sympathy.
âI cannot personally finance the surgery, and without the payment, my hands are tied.
Please, use this time to secure the funds.
As soon as you do, I will make sure your grandmother is taken care of immediately.
â
His voice carried the weary detachment of a doctor who had witnessed countless similar situations, rendering him somewhat indifferent.
Without giving the pleading girl another look, Truman quickly walked away.
Lyndon, who had been nearby, initially didnât give the scene much attention.
However, as he caught a glimpse of Ritaâs tear-streaked face, something halted him.
Her familiar face tugged at his heartstrings.
âDr.
Lopez, wait!â Rita cried out, her voice breaking as she scrambled to her feet, nearly losing her balance in her haste.
âCareful,â Lyndon said instinctively, reaching out to steady her.
âThank you.
â Rita managed through her tears, her gratitude mingled with desperation as she tried to follow the departing Truman.
Lyndon intervened, âHow much more do you need for the surgery?â
Rita paused, her tearful eyes wide with surprise as she faced Lyndon.
Lyndon continued, âI heard everything just now.
How much do you need for your grandmotherâs surgery?â
âI⦠I still need four hundred thousand.
â