Chapter 736
As she swept past Anna.
Serena shot her a single, freezing glance.
Anna felt a suffocating pressure—like Serena had already seen through every lie
she had spun.
Her heart pounded like a war drum in her chest, her knees trembling so violently she could barely stand as she watched Serena’s retreating back.
Serena power-walked straight into the emergency room.
Baldur and a dozen other doctors were drenched in panic sweat. “Miss Serena, Mr. Vinton is critical. He needs immediate surgery… but Mr. White is p>
Even though Serena had promised she could source replacements for Mr. White, it was the middle of the night. In the middle of an emergency, who could she possibly drag in on such short notice?
Dropping her canvas bag onto a metal tray, Serena reached out and locked two fingers around Holden’s wrist.
His pulse was a chaotic mess; his entire vascular system was in rapid decline.
Her eyes darkened. She unrolled her acupuncture kit, extracted a handful of silver needles with terrifying speed, and drove them directly into Holden’s vital nerve points.
“My team is already on their way. Prep the OR immediately,” she commanded, her voice slicing through the panic.
Baldur’s hands shook violently. “But… but… this sudden attack has completely compromised his vitals! If we put him under the knife right now, the mortality rate is… it’s astronomical p>
Serena didn’t blink. “If we don’t operate, the mortality rate is one hundred percent p>
Baldur’s face turned ashen, but as he stared at the absolute unyielding authority radiating from the young woman.
He inhaled sharply. “Understood! We’ll initiate emergency prep right now p>
Just as Baldur turned to mobilize his team to execute the surgical protocol Serena had drafted earlier.
A booming, authoritative shout erupted through the room. “Absolute nonsense p>
On the massive surgical monitor mounted on the wall, a grid of video feeds flickered to life. A group of imposing, highly distinguished men in stark white coats filled the screens, their every feature practically screaming elite medical pedigree.
Their voices crackled through the comms system. “The patient’s intracranial pressure is through roof, and he’s in active cardiopulmonary failure. His condition is wildly unstable. Putting
vel
him on an operating table right now is nothing short of a death
sentence p>
Baldur’s face immediately lit up with relief. “It’s Professor Sterling! And the rest of the top-tier neurosurgical team Mr. White personally invited before he went down! Thank God… they’re just in time p>
He whipped around to face Serena. “Miss Serena, these men are globally renowned experts! They’re absolute legends in the field. I know they can save Mr. Vinton p>
The leader of
of the
group, Professor
Victor Sterling, slammed a medical
file onto his desk. Even through the monitor his glare at Baldur was lethal Baldur, you are a veterans physician. How can you stand there and play along with this little girl’s delusions? In his current state, who would dare open him up p>
The specialists flanking him nodded grimly, flipping through the real-time data on
their tablets. “Exactly. It’s wildly irresponsible p>
“With these numbers, even Mr. White wouldn’t dare hold a scalpel right now p>
“We’re all here because we owed Mr. White a personal favor, but under these specific circumstances, surgery is completely off the table! If we go through with this operation, every single one of us will run our careers p>
It was a thoroughly hopeless procedure.
Baldur’s blood ran cold. Wiping a fresh sheen of terror sweat from his forehead, he glanced nervously at Serena. “But… but Miss Serena said she’s confident she can p>
“Confident? She’s confident? Look at her! How old is she? She’s practically a child! Does a greenhorn like her even know which end of a scalpel to hold?” Professor Sterling scoffed, completely disregarding the claim.
Under these dire circumstances.
Not a single one of them was willing to gamble their hard-earned reputations and prestigious futures on an impossible save.
Serena, who had remained perfectly silent as she continued stabilizing Holden with the needles, finally paused.
She slowly lifted her gaze.
Her eyes locked dead onto the camera feeding directly into the observation room.
Her dark, bottomless stare felt as if it were physically piercing through the screen, pinning the so-called elite experts in place.
Her voice was ice. “You don’t dare. But I do p>
“You have no confidence. But I do p>