Chapter 270
Chapter 270:
The composed young woman before them was a far cry from the figure they had imagined.
One of the senior doctors couldn’t help but voice his skepticism, his tone sharp. “Are you serious? Cases like these are well-documented online, and the surgeon responsible has never revealed their identity. Are you impersonating them? This isn’t something to joke about. If you’re not who you claim to be and something goes wrong during surgery, you’ll be held legally accountable. And I guarantee Mr. Bowen won’t let you off lightly.” The other experts chimed in one by one, their warnings thinly veiled as accusations. It was clear they didn’t believe her.
Yelena’s gaze turned icy, her eyes sweeping over the group like a blade. Her voice, calm and cutting, silenced the murmurs. “Rest assured,” she said coldly. “I will take full responsibility p>
John entered, his authoritative presence immediately commanding attention. “Enough! All of you, silence.” His eyes blazed as he scanned the room. “How dare you speak to Dr. Yancy like that? If any of you are confident you can handle the surgery yourself, by all means, step up now.” He paused, his voice carrying even more weight. “Dr. Yancy is here at my personal request to operate on my grandfather. Your job is to cooperate fully—not to question her expertise. Do I make myself clear p>
The reprimand was enough to stop the murmuring doctors in their tracks. John’s commanding tone, paired with his reputation for being both astute and ruthless, left no room for dissent.
Their high salaries, courtesy of Austin and John, made dissent a risky proposition.
No one wanted to jeopardize such lucrative compensation, so they swallowed their skepticism and fell silent.
Yet, disbelief simmered beneath the surface.
How could John, a man renowned for his sharp intellect and unerring judgment, place so much faith in this young woman? It defied reason.
Still, the room remained quiet, the unspoken doubts hanging heavy in the air. None of the doctors dared voice their thoughts aloud.
𝓥𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓯𝓲𝓮𝓭 𝓫𝔂 𝓼𝓲𝓽𝓮:
One of the department heads cleared his throat and asked cautiously, “Doctor, have you brought your own assistants, or should we arrange for the hospital’s doctors to assist you p>
It was a valid question. High-stakes surgeries of this caliber required seamless teamwork, and most lead surgeons preferred a team they already trusted and worked well with.
Seeing Yelena standing there alone, the department head couldn’t help but wonder.
If she had no team, it might mean they—respected experts in their own right—would have to fill that role, an awkward proposition given the circumstances.
Yelena didn’t even look up from the report she was reviewing. “No need,” she said calmly. “They’ll be arriving shortly. There’s no need to arrange anyone for me.” Her composed response carried a weight of confidence that could easily be mistaken for arrogance.
The department head exchanged glances with other doctors, curiosity sparking. Who were these assistants she had summoned?
They couldn’t afford to be ordinary. A surgery like this demanded nothing short of perfection, with a team capable of anticipating the lead surgeon’s every move.
From the far end of the hallway, a group of individuals approached.
Even before they were close, it was clear they were no ordinary team. Their presence was commanding, their steps purposeful.
The leader of the group, a middle-aged man with a warm demeanor, smiled broadly as he saw Yelena. “Yelena, finally! It’s good to see you again.” Another of the experts stepped forward, embracing Yelena as if greeting an old friend.
“Yelena, it’s been far too long. Honestly, if it weren’t for this surgery, I doubt we’d have heard from you at all. You’re impossible to pin down p>
Yelena smiled lightly, her tone tinged with warmth. “I’ve missed you all too. This is as good a chance as any to catch up. But let’s focus on the surgery first. There’ll be time to talk later p>