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Jonas PoV

After pumping the angioplasty balloon into the narrowed area succeeded in widening the artery and destroying the plaque, I started placing a stent to prevent the coronary artery from narrowing again. 

Throughout the PCI process, the patient's family was nagging me until I could barely focus.  I exhaled in annoyance.  It looks like this nother's eyes l procedure didn't go smoothly.

I hate open surgery! I hate the annoying patient's family!

"Doctor Trent, PCI has not succeeded in restoring blood flow to the heart muscle. The patient's myocardial infarctions are becoming more frequent. We must immediately find another alternative."

I looked at the patient's examination record on the monitor screen.  The situation is very critical.  If not treated immediately, I think the obstruction to blood flow will become even more massive. 

There are two other alternatives to prevent this from happening.  With bypass surgery or thrombolysis surgery.

My patient is a minister and I am still sane enough instead of letting him remain critical.  It wouldn't make sense for me to tell this man's family that his situation was beyond help.

"Make a consent report for the patient's family! We will perform bypass surgery immediately!"  I ordered the nurse and then looked sharply at the monitor screen again.

I hissed.  This is the bad situation

"Doctor Trent, don't we need to have a meeting first? The doctor team and the patien's family? This bypass surgery is quite risky for the patient," said the nurse.

Without even turning around, I shook my head slightly.  I'm pretty sure I'm smart enough to make decisions.  Waiting for claims from the results of all doctors' meetings will take up a lot of time.  Not to mention preparing all the equipment and submitting confirmation from the patient's family.

"Even to hold a meeting, we need approval from the head of the hospital. We also have to gather the doctors first. Not to mention making a final report regarding the results of the meeting. Meanwhile, you know the popular doctrine about someone with a chronic heart attack? Their life is at the end of their throat," I said impatiently.

I spoke flatly while moving the cursor to enlarge the object.  This minister's heart examination record gives rise to increasingly sad assessments.  Nearly ninety-six percent of his chances of survival were lost.  This man from a prominent family seemed to only have twenty minutes left to live.

"Quickly deliver the consent report to the patient's family and ask them to sign it," I said. "Or... We will lost one of the best minister this country have ."

The nurse nodded.  "Yes, Doctor."

Then, when the surgery is approved, I work hard to create an artificial vessel to open a new pathway.  Blockage of blood flow through the coronary artery area must be resolved with the presence of artificial vessels.

"That's the great surgery I ever saw, doctor Trent!" said the nurse, after the surgery finished. "You are amazing, as always."

Now, I leaned my back against the back of the work chair.  I turned off the monitor screen and then closed it for a moment. 

Dealing all day with all kinds of patient complaints and several surgeries makes me really tired. I lost the energy now and just want to sleep for a minutes.

My eyes opened again when the cell phone rang.  There was an incoming call from Mom that really made me sick. 

There were only two options until Mom bothered to call me.  First, the shopping money runs out.  Or secondly, Mother hopes that I will come home.  That's why I ignored the cell phone ringing even though my hearing was disturbed.

The ringing of the telephone made my sleep disappear.  Finally, I chose to finish the minister's operation report an hour ago, so I could go home immediately.

Then, my eyes stuck to the book on the corner of my desk.  The book with a collection of witty quotes in a bone white cover at the top of the pile reminds me of someone.

He was upset that day, because he felt there were many questions he didn't understand in today's exam. 

I just listened to him grumble long and short about the questions being too difficult and saying he was giving up and going on strike from studying.

"Read this book.  You will find lots of positive quotes that will revive your spirits."

"Huh, you know I hate reading books without pictures!" he replied irritably.

"Just read first.  This is a light but very useful book.  People who are stupider than you will like it."

"Hey, you call me stupid?"

At that time I just laughed and he then held me in his arms, until we ended up doing sumo on the carpet on the floor of my room and ended up panting because we were tired of wrestling and laughing. 

It was one of the many days I spent with him at that time.  Beautiful.  Full of jokes and joy.