The Error Margin
Language: en
This year, as the leading neurosurgical authority in the country, I received a request for a fly-in surgery in another state. Twenty years ago, I had been in this very operating room. My mother suffered a cerebral hemorrhage, and the lead surgeon missed by half a centimeter. My mother died, and it was my first love, Oliver Sterling, who comforted me and helped me move on. Only later did I discover that the lead surgeon was his father, the hospital’s renowned Chief of Neurosurgery, but the one actually holding the scalpel was Oliver, a medical intern. He and Chloe had planned it all…