The name echoed through the room as whispers erupted, disbelief etched on every face. “Dr. Thompkins? The Dr. Thompkins?” one of the teenage girls murmured, eyes wide with shock.
The old woman, Eleanor, nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. “Yes, I am Dr. Eleanor Thompkins,” she confirmed, her voice carrying a gentle authority. “I used to be the head of cardiothoracic surgery at this very hospital before I retired.”
