"Solange, I understand how you all must be feeling, but there truly isn't a single bed left."The man in front of me was Terry Jacquez. He was a colleague of my husband, Joel Waylon, and he happened to be the doctor on duty today.After I was reborn, I drove my son, Oscar Waylon, straight to the hospital.But Terry didn't even glance at Oscar. He stopped us right outside the cardiac surgery department.Oscar had been shedding tears nonstop. Back in the car, he had already been too weak to even moan in pain.My mom, Sadie Newman, paced around anxiously. "How can there be no beds? Isn't that an empty bed over there? Can't we take that one, doctor?"Terry didn't relent; his expression remained unchanged. "That bed has already been reserved."My mom was enraged. "How can hospital beds be reserved? Aren't they assigned on a first-come, first-served basis? My grandson is seriously ill, yet you won't assign him to an available bed. Are you even fit to be a doctor?""Stop complaining,"
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