My parents naturally agreed. To save face for me, they even bought a second-hand car.

But they had a car accident on the way.

The doctor contacted me. Everything was proceeding normally. They would have surgery and go through the necessary examinations.

But the problem was that all the doctors who could perform the surgery today had been transferred, and it was unknown when they would return.

My parents were in a critical condition.

In this situation, I thought of Troy. His family ran a private hospital, and they should be able to arrange doctors.

The phone was quickly answered, but it was a woman's voice on the other end.

I didn't have time to identify whose voice it was. I quickly explained my current situation, hoping it could be conveyed.

There was a period of silence on the phone.

I had been waiting for so long.

It had only been a few seconds, but I felt like it had been a century.

The one over the call seemed to have said something.

Troy answered the phone indifferently, "I'm busy. Don't come to me for everything. I'm busy."

"It's just a car accident. Any ordinary doctor can handle it. I am going to hang up."

When I called him again, I was prompted with a message. [The one over the call can't be reached.]

The doctor had mentioned several times that my parents were in critical condition, so I hurriedly called Troy's parents and finally saw a glimmer of hope.

"I'll send someone over right away. Wait."

"I'll contact a doctor later."

With their response, I was slightly at ease in my heart.

The transfer procedures were done quickly. All the necessary examinations were arranged promptly.

Leaning against the wall, I was about to breathe a sigh of relief.

Unexpectedly, the doctors, who were supposed to enter my parents' operating room, were leaving in large numbers.

I quickly stopped them, but they pushed me away fiercely.

"Emergency call in the VIP ward. There will be other people coming in for surgery."

I stumbled as I tried to pull them back, but others dispersed me.

The surgical light was still on.

Ten minutes passed. Twenty minutes passed. Someone finally came.

But he went in and out quickly, looking sad.

"I did my best."

I stumbled a few steps, wondering what he meant by that.

Two beds were right in front of me.

The blood-stained beds were being pushed away from my sight.

I wiped away my tears and clenched my teeth, trying to step onto the beds, but someone stopped me.