“Doctor, how is my child? Please tell me, how is he? Ignoring the wounds on her body and the blood on her face. Annie Sanders staggered over with her battered body as soon as the light in the operating room dimmed. I’m sorry. We did our best, the doctor replied. Those few words hit Annie like a ton of bricks. She rushed into the room in disbelief, only to see the cold, lifeless body on the surgery table.
