Chapter 273
Chapter 273:
Each expert in the room was eager to do their best to assist Yelena, knowing that they would not only contribute to a groundbreaking procedure but also learn from the very best.
After all, they had been part of the two globally publicized surgeries Yelena had performed earlier—both of which had been nothing short of monumental successes.
After those two surgeries, they were filled with a mix of exhilaration, shock, and deep admiration for Yelena’s abilities.
Despite her youth, Yelena remained effortlessly calm, her poise under pressure nothing short of extraordinary. It was a mental strength that most could only aspire to—a rare and captivating quality. She was operating in a league of her own, with a mastery that left even the most seasoned professionals in awe.
The experts, all at the top of their respective fields, had fully embraced their roles as her assistants, working together seamlessly without hesitation or question.
Outside the operating room, people stood in stunned silence, watching in awe as the surgical team moved with unmatched precision.
It was an unforgettable sight—top-tier experts handing Yelena scissors, clamps, and other instruments with flawless coordination. Everything was so perfectly synchronized, it felt almost like watching a well-rehearsed performance.
It was a scene that could only be described as wild, surreal, and almost too incredible to believe.
This was nothing less than a daring leap into uncharted waters.
A young woman tackling such a high-stakes operation? That was almost unheard of.
Yelena’s face was a mask of intense focus as she gripped the scalpel and initiated the surgery. Her incisions were sharp and unerring, each slice made with the precision of a maestro wielding a baton. But as soon as she made the first cut, it became clear—Dwight’s condition was far graver than expected. His age was working against him, with a failing heart and organs that showed the wear and tear of time.
Frankly, no other surgeon would dare touch this case with a ten-foot pole.
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But Yelena wasn’t just any surgeon. Her skills were second to none, and her confidence never wavered. As she opened the skull and moved on to the delicate excision, her expertise was on full display.
Every movement of her hands was like a well-rehearsed dance, quick and deliberate, leaving no room for doubt. Her poise radiated the kind of self-assurance that could calm even the most anxious bystander.
For now, the room belonged to Yelena.
The others stood back, holding their breath as they watched her in action.
Even though they already knew how gifted Yelena was, witnessing her at work felt like seeing a living legend in action.
Performing surgery, for Yelena, was an art form—and her performance was nothing short of breathtaking. The room was steeped in awe, with every eye glued to her flawless execution.
Those watching outside also couldn’t believe what they were seeing.
If they hadn’t witnessed it firsthand, they’d think such skill was the stuff of myths.
Her technique defied expectations, blending science and artistry in ways that seemed almost magical.
Truly, Yelena was in a league of her own.
Minutes turned into hours as she stayed laser-focused on the patient.
“Scissors,” Yelena commanded, her voice calm yet firm.
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Her words lifted the weight from everyone’s shoulders, and a collective sigh rippled through the room. Even then, no one could shake the astonishment that lingered in the air.