A doctor entered the hospital in hurry after being called in for an urgent surgery. He answered the call asap, changed his clothes and went directly to the surgery block. He found the boy’s father going and coming in the hall waiting for the doctor.

The doctor, Dr. Matthew, recognized the father immediately. Mr. Harris was a familiar face around the hospital. He was often seen pacing the halls, his worry etched deeply into his furrowed brow. Dr. Matthew approached him with a reassuring smile, though his own heart raced with the gravity of the situation.

“Mr. Harris, I’m here. What’s the situation?” Dr. Matthew asked, his voice steady despite the urgency of the moment.

Mr. Harris turned to face the doctor, his eyes bloodshot with fatigue and anxiety. “Doctor, thank you for coming. It’s my son, David. He’s been in a car accident. They brought him in about an hour ago, and they said he needs immediate surgery.”

Dr. Matthew’s heart sank at the news. He had treated David before, a bright and energetic young boy with his whole life ahead of him. “I’m so sorry to hear that, Mr. Harris. We’ll do everything we can to help him. Can you tell me more about his condition?”