Part 1Ignorance Kills

Just because Dr. Chloe Flynn, his intern and junior colleague, wanted to perform the surgery, Dr. Liam Thorne allowed her to practice on our son's circumcision.

"My junior colleague possesses extraordinary talent. You should count yourself lucky she's willing to operate."

This was about our son's future, his very essence. I wanted an experienced surgeon, but Liam exploded, pointing a furious finger at my face.

"Don't you dare look down on her. What if she's just an intern? Even the chief started out as an intern."

I clung to the operating room doors, pleading desperately. "Let's not do this. Can I just take our son home?"

He kicked me aside, shoving our son inside.

"The child you raised is just like you, utterly pathetic."

"Get out! Don't embarrass me here. Patient trust is ruined by people like you."

It was days later, after he had attended a seminar with his junior colleague, when he finally reviewed the surgical recording.

He saw our son's very manhood severed...

The operating room doors finally swung open. Our son was wheeled out, his face deathly pale, like a discarded rag. His pants were soaked with blood, and he was completely unconscious.

Panic seized me. They said it was just a minor procedure. Why was he bleeding so much?

But no one at the hospital paid me any mind. They simply put us in a corner room that smelled faintly of decay.

When no one was watching, I trembled as I unfastened our son's clothes to examine him.

Red and yellow fluids glued his clothes to his skin. When I tugged, our son let out a heart-wrenching scream of pain.

The next second, a bowl-sized wound was exposed to the air.

My mind buzzed, and the world spun violently around me.

Our son's future, his very manhood, had been severed.

Coming to my senses, I scrambled, half-crawling, out to find a doctor, but the room door had been locked from the outside at some point.

With all the hospital equipment around, this particular dead-end room had no cell signal.

Helpless, I kept pressing the nurse call button, banging on the door, and shouting.

"Liam Thorne, are you out there? Please come save our son! His life is in danger!"

"Is anyone there? Help! Is there a doctor?"

My shrill cries echoed through the corridor. A distant nurse, yawning, finally approached. She opened the door and shoved me roughly.

"What's all that screaming for? A funeral? He's just bleeding a little. Is your child made of gold?"

"Director Thorne and Dr. Flynn are at an academic conference. Who has time to watch your son all day?"

I ignored the throbbing pain of my twisted wrist, bit my tongue to force myself calm, and stammered.

"Fine, he's not here, that's okay. Are there any other doctors? My son is really in a bad state. Please, save him."

The nurse rolled her eyes, scoffing.

"This was a surgery approved by Director Thorne and performed by Dr. Flynn herself. What do you, a shrew, know?"

"And it's after hours. This isn't your hospital; you can't just demand to see anyone you want."

I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms. Even the junior nurses knew Director Thorne and Dr. Flynn were the hospital's 'golden couple,' while I, his legal wife, was treated like a pariah.

Crash! Glass shattered, flying. I smashed a water glass, then held a shard to my throat, threatening.

"This is medical malpractice! And because I'm Liam Thorne's wife! My son isn't just having normal post-op bleeding, his manhood was mistakenly severed! Call Leo's father now!"

I pressed the glass hard against myself, nearly piercing my throat. With every word, blood trickled from my neck.

The young nurse's face went white. She angrily dialed Liam Thorne.

The moment the call connected, I snatched the phone, babbling incoherently for help.