Chapter 274
Chapter 274:
Yelena had done the impossible. Again.
Every moment spent with Yelena felt like brushing against the extraordinary—a masterclass in brilliance.
When the wound demanded precision, Yelena stepped up, personally suturing with such finesse that even seasoned eyes widened in awe.
The surgery dragged on for eight grueling hours, testing not only the limits of endurance but also the very definition of stamina.
Yet Yelena insisted on wielding the needle herself, her focus as sharp as the scalpel in her hand. Not a flicker of fatigue crossed her face, leaving everyone in silent admiration.
Her track record was the stuff of legends—never a failed surgery to her name.
And these weren’t run-of-the-mill procedures; every case was a gamble with astronomical stakes.
Outside the operating room, tension hung heavy in the air. The waiting crowd, caught between hope and dread, could only pray for good news.
Finally, the doors swung open, and Yelena emerged, calm yet carrying the weight of her effort.
John wasted no time, rushing to her side. “How did it go?” he asked, his voice brimming with anticipation.
Peeling off her mask, Yelena revealed a face touched by exhaustion but resolute. Her voice, slightly hoarse, carried steady reassurance. “The surgery was a success. Mr. Bowen will need a day in the ICU for observation, but rest assured, he’ll wake up soon p>
John’s face lit up like a Christmas tree. “That’s incredible! Thank you for everything p>
Yelena had, once again, cemented her reputation as a miracle worker—a doctor who seemed to turn the impossible into routine.
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She shook her head. “No need for thanks. Just doing my job p>
“You must be exhausted. Let me have my assistant take you to the hotel across the street. They’ve got meals and a place for you to rest. Everything’s arranged.” As always, John had covered all the bases.
Yelena nodded, giving in to her own weariness. “Sounds perfect. Let’s go p>
Meanwhile, Austin had every intention of waiting for Yelena, but fate had other plans. A call from Domenic pulled him away earlier, though he promised himself he’d catch up with her soon.
As Yelena led the elite medical team out, the hospital staff remained frozen, their expressions a mix of disbelief and reverence. They had seen it with their own eyes, yet it felt like a dream. Yelena had handled the impossibly complex surgery solo, relegating the medical experts to mere assistants.
Her work was seamless—no hiccups, no flaws—an artistry that left jaws firmly planted on the floor. For the hospital doctors, it was both inspiring and humbling.
With everything squared away, Yelena departed, leaving behind an atmosphere buzzing with respect and wonder. It was her routine—ensuring stability before leaving, confident that the hospital team could handle the follow-up care.
Stepping out, Yelena felt a weight lift off her shoulders. The chance to connect with these academic luminaries and trade ideas was a rare pleasure, one she eagerly embraced.
By evening, Yelena made her way back home. After the marathon surgery, she had snatched a quick two-hour rest. The short reprieve did wonders, leaving her refreshed enough to head home and unwind some more.
As she arrived home, her phone buzzed with a message from Austin.
Yelena paused, a warmth spreading through her chest.
She typed back, “The surgery was very successful.” Austin’s reply came swiftly. “That’s wonderful news. You must be exhausted. Rest up, and we’ll catch up soon p>