Two Hours to Save a National Hero
At the high-speed train station security checkpoint, a security officer stops me.
"What's inside the case?" he asks.
"A living donor heart. It's scheduled for transplant in two hours," I reply and hand over the emergency transit pass.
After verifying the documents, the officer is about to let me pass when a hand suddenly shoots out from behind and grabs the case.
"He can't go! That case contains illegal stuff!"
I turn around.
To my shock, it's my brother-in-law, Edward Austin.
Pointing at me, he shouts, "Officer, I'd like to report him! He's my brother-in-law. There isn't anything medical-related in that case. It's drugs he bought on the black market. He's planning to use his status as a doctor to smuggle them out and sell them!"
Armed police officers immediately surround me with their weapons lowered into ready positions.
My eyes redden with panic. "Have you lost your mind, Edward? There's a donor heart in here! The recipient only has two hours left to live!"
He rolls his eyes and sneers. "Oh, spare me the act. My sister says you've been acting suspiciously lately. You're obviously up to something. If you've got nothing to hide, why don't you open it right here in front of everyone?"
Everyone within the vicinity falls silent.
The leading police officer steps forward with a stern expression. "Please cooperate with the inspection. Open the case immediately."
I glance at the countdown timer on my watch. My back becomes drenched with cold sweat.
If the heart is contaminated, then Michael Ellis—the national hero whose life depends on this transplant—will not survive this.