Chapter 13 - Seven Years Later, the Child I Saved Returned to the ER Wearing a White Coat—And He Asked Me to Teach Him How to Save Someone ElseLuca was fifteen when he decided he wanted to become a doctor.
He wasn't interested in the money.
Or the prestige.
He wanted to help children.
He had seen too much suffering.
But he had also seen what one doctor could do.
He shadowed me during weekends.
One evening, we received a trauma patient.
A little girl with a crushed arm.
Her parents were terrified.
Luca stood beside me.
I looked at him.
“Remember what matters.”
He nodded.
“The patient.”
“Exactly.”
He watched me examine her.
Then he said:
“You didn't panic when you first saw my cast.”
I smiled.
“I was terrified.”
“You didn't look terrified.”
“I learned a long time ago that being scared and doing your job aren't opposites.”
He nodded.
“I'm going to remember that.”
That night, he asked about Elena.
I told him everything.
He listened.
Then he said:
“I think she'd be proud.”
May you like
I smiled.
“I think so too.”
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