The Case of T.P. Wallace
Chapter Eight
Chief Xiang is feisty today.
As he folds his hands together, Chief Xiang looks at me closely behind his desk. I notice his face is full of wrinkles as he purses his lips into a thin line. He narrows his eyes at me as I begin to speak.
“We could fly someone from East Hospital to do the procedure. I'll scrub in and I'll try to get Tram to scrub in too.”
“Nia, we can't exhibit whatever procedure you have in mind because first of all, if Bilger says he can’t go through with it, we can't do anything about it. Does the patient still want the surgery? Is he planning on taking the procedure somewhere else?”
“Well, no.” I shrug. “Not that I know of.”
“Well, there you have it, Dr. Desai. You can't finalize any your patient’s choices or requests.”
As he folds his hands together, Chief Xiang looks at me closely behind his desk. I notice his face is full of wrinkles as he purses his lips into a thin line. He narrows his eyes at me as I begin to speak.
“We could fly someone from East Hospital to do the procedure. I'll scrub in and I'll try to get Tram to scrub in too.”
“Nia, we can't exhibit whatever procedure you have in mind because first of all, if Bilger says he can’t go through with it, we can't do anything about it. Does the patient still want the surgery? Is he planning on taking the procedure somewhere else?”
“Well, no.” I shrug. “Not that I know of.”
“Well, there you have it, Dr. Desai. You can't finalize any your patient’s choices or requests.”