Chapter 737
The prestigious experts stared through the monitor at the unbelievably arrogant yet chillingly calm young woman in the ER.
A chorus of outraged, mocking laughter echoed through the comms.
“You dare? You have confidence? Are you out of your mind? Do you have any idea what level of complexity this procedure demands?” one of the specialists sneered, his face twisted in utter contempt. “Have you ever even held a surgical knife in a real OR? This is a human life, little girl, not some twisted game of operation!” Professor Sterling’s face was thunderous as he leaned into the microphone. “I am a leading professor of the International Cardio-Cerebral Association. Mr. White came to me countless times with Mr. Vinton’s charts, practically begging me to step in and co-pilot this surgery p>
“Based on his original vitals, even with Mr. White and I working in perfect tandem, the success rate was barely thirty percent! But now? Now the patient’s vitals have completely crashed, and Mr. White is incapacitated. Proceeding with this surgery is medically impossible p>
“Little girl, I understand you’re desperate to save a family member, but this is not the time to play the hero. Stop this nonsense immediately and give us a moment. We will formulate a conservative treatment plan to stabilize him and keep him alive p>
Professor Sterling was undoubtedly the heavyweight in the room.
The other experts instantly murmured in aggressive agreement. “Exactly! Professor Sterling is entirely correct. The patient is far too critical to survive an invasive procedure p>
“If word gets out that we stood back and let a teenage girl from Elyndor butcher a patient right in front of us, our professional reputations will be completely destroyed p>
“We need to start pulling strings with other top-tier hospitals right now to see if anyone is insane enough to take this case off our hands p>
As the chorus of panicked excuses dragged on.
Serena’s face hardened into a mask of pure ice.
Was this the standard for so-called medical authorities these days?
When it came down to a life-or-death moment, all they cared about was covering their own tracks and protecting their precious reputations?
Mr. White dragging these cowards into her orbit wasn’t helping—it was an active sabotage of her process.
Listening to the supposed top experts in the world declare the situation hopeless, Baldur looked like he was about to pass out. He turned to Serena in a panic. “Miss Serena, w-what do we do now p>
“We don’t have the time,” Serena cut him off sharply. “He won’t survive a transfer. Keep prepping the OR. We make the first incision in ten minutes p>
Baldur stared at the furious icons of medicine on the screen, then looked back at Serena’s unwavering composure.
Gritting his teeth, he made his choice. He was betting on Serena.
He immediately began barking orders at his team, pushing the surgical prep into overdrive.
“This is absolute madness!” the experts screamed through the comms, infuriated that their authority was being completely ignored by a stubborn girl.
Sensing the chaos, Anna saw her golden opportunity. She lunged forward, yelling at the screen, “I’mě his biological granddaughter! You capt et her operater She’s using this as an excuse to murder him so she can steal our family’s shares p>
“If you top international experts are saying it can’t be done, what right does she have to touch him? My grandfather was fine until she tampered with his treatments! He’s dying right now because of her! She’s just trying to slice him open to destroy the evidence p>
The specialists blanched, their anxiety skyrocketing as they stared helplessly into the ER feed.
“Anna!” Douglas practically materialized beside her, his hand clamping down on her arm like a vice as he violently yanked her backward. “Say one more word. I dare you p>
Anna shrieked, instantly recoiling in terror and snapping her mouth shut.
Douglas lifted his gaze, his eyes burning with a dark, lethal intensity toward the screen. “I am the patient’s son. I am giving my niece full authorization to operate on my father. Every single thing she asks for, you do it p>
“Mr. Vinton!” Professor Sterling was appalled. He couldn’t believe this entire family had lost their minds. am the vice president of the International Cardio-Cerebral
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Association. If I don’t even have the confidence to open him up, what makes her qualified? You are his son, and you’re just going to le Let this fittle girl play butcher? How old is she? She can’t even be twenty! And you’re handing her the scalpel p>