Chapter 20
“Professor, look at these CT scans, and this data… this… all of this is life-
threatening. How could they have dared? Letting some young girl operate on Miss Blackwood p>
The two young students handed the medical file to their teacher.
Harold Whitman was dressed in a long black coat. His face was lean and exceptionally kind, with white hair at his temples and a long beard. His wise and gentle eyes were calm and composed.
He leisurely took the file and began to leaf through it.
“Her condition is indeed far more dangerous and complex than I imagined,” he said with a sigh. “To be honest, even I couldn’t have guaranteed that I could save her life, let alone her spleen p>
He pointed to an item in the file. “Miss Blackwood has a history of heart problems. The impact from the car accident, combined with the severe allergic reaction triggered by the wrong medication… if not for that person’s timely intervention, the consequences would have been unthinkable p>
His words made both Olivia and Derek turn pale.
The other department heads and professors stared, their eyes wide with shock.
This was the Golden Hand! Professor Whitman, the symbol of medical authority in Elyndor!
And he was personally admitting that he wouldn’t have been confident!
But that young woman… had done it?
“I must go and see Miss Blackwood’s condition for myself!” Harold Whitman’s expression was one of eager excitement as he hurried towards Brianna’s room. Nathan turned to Nicholas Blackwood, his eyes asking a question. “Nicholas?” “Let’s go take a look.” Nicholas Blackwood’s devilishly handsome face showed little emotion. His long, straight legs carried him towards the hospital room as he said coolly, “Dr. Dawson wouldn’t gamble away the reputation he’s spent half his life building, nor his own life p>
“I don’t care who performed the surgery. All I care about is the result p>
The group proceeded toward the room in a formidable procession.
Olivia, not expecting this reaction from everyone, clenched her jaw and followed along.
In the hospital room.
After checking Brianna’s pulse and performing a thorough traditional examination, tarold Whitman’s face filled with amazement and admiration. “A miracle! Miss Blackwood’s current state can only be described as a miracle!
He stood up, his face wreathed in smiles. “Mr. Blackwood, you can completely rest assured now. Miss Blackwood is out of danger p>
“Dr. Dawson, you are truly fortunate!” He turned to Dr. Dawson, smiling. “Or perhaps; it is Miss Blackwood who is blessed. With one foot
already past death’s door, shool net
received help from a
somehow received
miracle worker p>
Harold Whitman was so excited he even used the term “miracle worker p>
“Miracle worker?!” Olivia shrieked,
her face a mask of disbelief. “Professor Whitman, you are the world renowned Golden land. That little brat… what does she know
about medicine? She’s clearly a fraud p>
Overwhelmed by shock and humiliation, she spoke without thinking.
Her sharp, grating voice caused Harold Whitman to frown slightly.
He looked up, his expression still gentle, but his eyes reflected a sharp chill. “There
is always someone better out there. The fact that Miss Blackwood is now safe and sound is the best proof of that p>
“The path of medicine is vast and endless. There are countless individuals whose skills in medicine surpass my own p>
He paused, then his tone suddenly shifted. “As for you… Dr. Turner, I heard that the acute allergic reaction Miss Blackwood suffered was triggered by you p>