Chapter 269
Chapter 269:
They had all heard whispers of a mysterious doctor John had called in for Dwight’s operation, but none had expected someone so young.
Yelena smiled modestly. “I’m flattered, but that’s an overstatement p>
But one of the specialists wasn’t so easily swayed. Frowning, he asked, “The patient is elderly and has multiple underlying conditions. Surgery is risky. Are you really confident in this p>
Without missing a beat, Yelena looked him square in the eye and said firmly, “Yes p>
A stunned silence fell over the room.
Was she serious? Did she even know what she was doing? Did she truly grasp the complexity of this surgery? The slightest mistake could lead to nerve damage, paralysis, or even death.
The patient was elderly, and with his pre-existing medical conditions, it was uncertain whether he could survive the procedure at all.
And yet, here she was, sounding as if she could perform the surgery in her sleep. The sheer confidence she exuded seemed out of place, bordering on recklessness.
The skepticism only grew when another doctor, the hospital’s leading surgeon, who prided himself on his own skill, spoke up. “Young lady, are you sure you’re a doctor? This is no joke. This is someone’s life we’re talking about. Have you ever even held a scalpel p>
Yelena’s gaze was steady, her expression unshaken as she addressed the room. Her voice, quiet yet commanding, sliced through the air. “I was the surgeon who performed the hemispherectomy that stunned the world three years ago p>
The room froze. Conversations halted mid-sentence, eyes locking on her as a heavy silence fell.
The brain—mysterious, intricate, the most formidable frontier in medicine—had always demanded caution. Three years prior, a patient had been on the brink of total brain death due to a catastrophic stroke. One hemisphere was beyond saving, its necrosis inevitable. Desperation had called for a radical solution—sever the connection between the two hemispheres, effectively removing one half of the brain. It was the kind of procedure that existed only in theoretical whispers, fraught with incalculable risks.
Yet, with the patient’s life ticking away, the decision was made quickly.
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The surgery lasted twelve painstaking hours, each second a test of nerve and skill. What began as an act of sheer desperation ended in triumph—a miracle that not only saved a life but rewrote medical history.
The surgeon responsible became a legend overnight, the subject of endless speculation and awe. Yet, they had vanished from the public eye as quickly as they had arrived, leaving behind a mystery that remained unsolved. Until now.
Yelena’s calm voice cut through the disbelief clouding the room. “And the successful heterotopic heart transplantation? The one where the donor heart is implanted alongside the patient’s failing heart, creating a dual system? That was mine too.” She paused, her sharp gaze scanning the room. “Does that count as me holding a scalpel before p>
Her tone was casual, almost indifferent, but the weight of her words landed like a thunderclap.
The procedures she mentioned were unparalleled milestones in medical history—feats that pushed the boundaries of what was possible. To claim both as her own was nothing short of audacious.
The doctors stood frozen, their disbelief almost tangible. Could this unassuming young woman truly be the same enigmatic figure whispered about in the annals of surgical breakthroughs?
Their gazes darted from one another, searching for confirmation, for a semblance of logic to explain what they were hearing.
The experts had always envisioned the elusive surgeon as a seasoned veteran, someone older with a commanding presence and decades of experience etched into their demeanor.