Chapter 747
The minutes ticked by mercilessly.
Waiting outside an operating room was a unique kind of torture.
Before anyone realized it, three agonizing hours had passed.
Just then,
the heart monitors suddenly shrieked with rapid, blaring alarms.
Dr. Smith’s face went stark white. “Damn it! The arterial tear is hemorrhaging again p>
Professor Vance, monitoring the vitals, panicked. “Blood pressure is plummeting! Heart rate just dropped past the critical threshold p>
“What happened? Everything was perfectly stable! Why did the tear rupture again p>
Serena’s pupils contracted. She swept her gaze over the raw data. “Mr. Langford, seal the meridian nodes! Now p>
She fired off several critical pressure points in rapid succession.
Mr. Langford didn’t waste a second, expertly driving the needles into place.
Serena continued scanning the monitors. “The original plan was a week of the Medicinal Tonic and acupuncture to build up his physical resilience for this surgery. But… this was an emergency. And his collapse was clearly triggered by a foreign chemical substance. That compromised his tolerance p>
“Miss Serena, what do we do?” Dr. Smith’s hands flew as he desperately tried to clamp the bleed, but his movements slowed as panic set in, his face growing paler. “I can’t find the source! The hemorrhage is flooding the entire surgical field p>
Under these conditions, stopping the bleeding was impossible!
A hemorrhage of this magnitude during cranial surgery was effectively a death sentence.
Even this assembly of top-five global surgeons found themselves frozen in terror. There was too much blood, and zero visibility. No matter how godly their technical skills were, they couldn’t clamp an artery they couldn’t see.
How could they save him?
How was this even fixable?
Out on the observation deck,
Silas watched the feed. Even without audio, the sheer panic in the room was palpable. “What’s going on? What happened p>
Professor Sterling and his team stared at the monitors, cold sweat beading on their foreheads.
One of the specialists couldn’t help
but stamp his foot. “I told you! Old
Mr. Vinton’s vitals.couldn’t endure an
open surge
They wouldn’tusten,
and look what happened p>
Silas grabbed the man’s arm, his dark eyes radiating pure menace. “What does that mean p>
Terrified, the specialist stammered,
“It… it means his initial collapse was caused by a massive cardiovascular constriction. He was already incredibly weak Being under the knife for this long… his bodygust
can’t take it anymore p>
“Right now, he’s experiencing a massive hemorrhage. There’s so much blood that
they can’t see where to apply the clamps p>
“If they can’t stop the bleeding p>
The specialist trembled, not daring to finish the sentence.
But the implication was clear to everyone.
Anna’s eyes instantly lit up. “You see! I told you that country bumpkin didn’t know a
thing about medicine! It’s her fault! She killed Grandpa p>
She didn’t know if her father actually suspected her or if there was another reason
he had the bodyguards breathing down her neck.
Whatever the case, as long as she pinned this catastrophe on Serena, she would be in the clear.
“Dad, that bitch murdered him!
Grandpa was so good to her-he
even gave her company shares as a
welcome gift! How could she be so
heartless? You have to make her bay with her life p>
She desperately tried to play the role of the grieving granddaughter, but her thinly
veiled eagerness only made Silas’s gaze grow colder.