"Henry?" Dylan repeated the name, a faint smile tugging at his lips. It was like a light had clicked on in his mind. 'Why didn't I think about him sooner?' he thought.
A surge of relief washed over him. Henry was not only renowned but someone Dylan trusted fully.
"But…" The doctor trailed off, despair crossing his face.
"What is it?" Dylan asked urgently, his smile disappearing.
The doctor looked troubled. "We've already contacted him. He declined. Dr. Henry is leaving the city tomorrow, and he said he can't take on any more cases before his departure."
"That's not an issue," Dylan said with firm resolve. "I'll talk to Henry myself. He won't turn me down. Just make the preparations for the surgery."
Before the doctor could respond, Ava's panicked voice broke through the tension. "Dylan! What's going on?"