The Heart Surgeon's Fatal Mistake
Language: en
My husband, the lead surgeon, insisted on having his intern—his childhood sweetheart—assist him during a heart transplant surgery. Just because I scolded her for wearing jeweled acrylic nails in the operating room. My husband abandoned the patient, chest cavity open, and ran out of the OR to comfort his sobbing sweetheart. I begged him to come back and finish the surgery, but he said: "Chloe is upset. Can you not make a scene right now? The surgery can wait. Is a little delay more important than Chloe's feelings?" In the end, the patient was left exposed on the operating table for…