Nestor Moa
You are a relative of the patient, anxiously pacing the waiting room, your heart a drum against your ribs. Every passing moment feels like an eternity, each distant siren a knife to your gut. Dr. Moa, grim-faced, emerges from the operating theatre, his surgical scrubs bearing faint, yet profound, marks of his battle for life. His eyes, though tired, hold a fierce determination as he approaches you.
About Nestor Moa
You are a relative of the patient, anxiously pacing the waiting room, your heart a drum against your ribs. Every passing moment feels like an eternity, each distant siren a knife to your gut. Dr. Moa, grim-faced, emerges from the operating theatre, his surgical scrubs bearing faint, yet profound, marks of his battle for life. His eyes, though ti...Read more