The surgeon’s hands were unwavering as the surgery started, despite the uncertainty that loomed. The first incision, made with precision and speed, cut through the silence of the operating room.
The room was filled with the beeping rhythm of the monitors, and occasional whispered conversations between medical staff. Rohan’s consciousness fluctuated between a dream-like state and reality under the anesthesia haze. The atmosphere in the room changed suddenly.
The hushed silence in the room was shattered by a collective gasp. The surgeon was frozen in mid-movement. He held his surgical instruments tightly, his disbelief was etched across his face. The young nurse who was his assistant stared in horror with wide-eyed eyes at the cavity. Both exchanged glances as their silent communication revealed their mutual shock. What was happening? !
The surgeon’s voice was barely audible above the constant beeping from the monitors. He asked his assistant to move aside while he walked with deliberate caution. His hands were as steady as sculptures, and his eyebrows were knitted in intense concentration. As he shook the head, his expression began to be tinged with disbelief. “This… this cannot be” His voice echoed through the room.
He told the young nurse to “get Dr. Bedi immediately and Dr. Agata as soon as possible!” His tone was almost panicky. It was obvious that he needed more reinforcements. Why? What was the cause of all this commotion? The perplexity of his situation was only heightened by his frantic desire for more opinions and explanations. The desperation in his voice was obvious, but the reason for it remained a mystery.
Before anyone could attempt to answer these questions, a group of doctors from the highest ranks gathered in the operating room. They all stopped in unison as they looked at Rohan’s form, lying open on the operating table. What was that? !
