Chapter 749
Honestly, it was impossible for her to feel nothing while operating on her own grandfather.
Even with absolute confidence that her success rate was one hundred percent,
seeing him lying on that table, teetering on the edge of death, had made her heart ache.
She closed her eyes.
It was finally over.
He was going to live.
“Transfer him to recovery. Follow my protocol and keep him under strict observation for the next twenty-four hours,” Serena ordered. She stripped off her bloody gloves, tossing them into the biohazard bin, and untied her sterile gown as she walked toward the exit.
The moment she stepped out of the OR,
she pulled down her mask. As she lifted her gaze,
she was met with a massive crowd practically throwing themselves at her.
“Miss Serena, please… please take me as your student! I want to learn from you! That Blind Micro-Suturing… how did you do it?” Professor Sterling was practically begging, entirely abandoning whatever pride he had left as a senior physician.
“Miss Serena, please take my card p>
“Divine Healer! Please sign my scrubs! Right here on the chest p>
They were acting like religious zealots, having conveniently forgotten that just hours ago, they had been mocking her skills.
Dr. Smith, walking out right behind her, scoffed violently. “Get the hell out of here! You think you’re worthy of being her students? She wouldn’t even take me! Keep dreaming p>
Professor Vance slapped away someone’s business card. “I haven’t even handed her my card yet, and you think you can skip the line p>
Serena swept her cold gaze over the chaos but said nothing.
A tall figure smoothly stepped between her and the crowd, his intimidating aura effortlessly parting the sea of frantic specialists.
“Back off,” Nicholas ordered, his deep voice carrying a lethal chill.
Then, holding an opened bottle of water out to Serena, his tone melted into pure warmth. “Hydrate p>
Serena took the bottle and took a long drink.
Nicholas pulled out a tissue and gently dabbed the sweat from her forehead, his eyes brimming with affection. “Exhausted p>
“I’m fine.” Serena walked past the now-silent medical experts.
She stopped in front of Douglas. “Douglas, he’s safe p>
Douglas handed her a thermos container. “Good work, kid. I knew you could pull it off p>
Serena was genuinely starving.
Nicholas took the food container, led her to a nearby bench, and hovered attentively as she ate.
“Silas p>
Douglas leaned against the wall, a mocking smirk playing on his lips as he glanced
at his older brother, who was staring unblinkingly at Serena.
He let out a low whistle, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “Now, who was telling over the phone carlier about how they didn’t trust our niece? Come on. Tell her to her
face p>
Silas stared at Serena, utterly stunned.
This was the girl p>
The niece who had grown up in the countryside, whom his younger sister had only recently brought home?
Twenty years old.
With medical skills that defied the laws of nature?
She had dragged the old man back from the absolute brink of death.
With a single surgery, she had
brought the vice president of the et
International Cardiovascular Society-the notoriously arrogant Professor Sterling-to his knees.
And Dr. Smith, the man he had practically bled to hire p>
Along with all those other legendary medical pioneers that even he, the head of the
Vinton family, struggled to secure a meeting with.
They were all swarming her p>
looking up to her as their undisputed leader.
The worship and awe in their eyes were impossible to fake.
This was his niece… Serena Lancaster.
Silas tried to speak, but as the girl, cast a cold, fleeting glance his way, his throat went dry. His Adam’s apple bobbed, but not a single sound came out