Chapter 559
Chapter 559:
Frieda’s daughter nodded, visibly nervous. “Okay.” Yelena gently patted her shoulder, offering silent support.
The next day, Frieda’s test results came back, indicating that her condition was stable and suitable for surgery.
Yelena knew that without the special medicine she had provided, Frieda might not have been in such a favorable condition.
Yelena had delayed suggesting the surgery until now because Frieda needed time to gain enough strength to endure the operation.
At the entrance to the operating room, Frieda’s daughter clutched her mother’s hand. “Mommy, I love you. I will always love you,” she said, her voice heavy with emotion. Her heart raced with fear that this might be their last moment together. Frieda was her sole family, the only one who truly loved her. And she needed to tell her mother just how much she loved her.
Frieda squeezed her daughter’s hand lightly. “Don’t be afraid, my dear. Mommy is lucky and will surely be alright p>
Her daughter pressed her lips together and nodded, her eyes brimming with tears. She watched, heart heavy, as her mother was wheeled into the surgery room.
The operation began smoothly. Yelena, with calm expertise, performed the craniotomy, located the tumor, and removed it.
Just as it seemed everything was under control, the situation took a dire turn. Frieda’s blood pressure plummeted, her heartbeat dropped drastically, and the monitors began to blare with urgent alarms.
Despite Yelena’s nearly flawless execution of the removal of the tumor, which even her colleagues doubted could have excised all the diseased areas so precisely, the hospital director and other doctors in the observation room were all deeply concerned. Given the patient’s particularly complex condition and the inherently low success rate, they initially thought Yelena’s thirty percent chance estimate was overly optimistic, perhaps even just a gentle way to reassure the patient’s family.
So, when the patient’s condition deteriorated, it was not entirely unexpected. However, a fatality on the operating table would undoubtedly devastate Yelena.
Contrary to expectations that she might panic, Yelena remained composed. With a focused expression, she said, “There must be a bleeding point. Restart the extracorporeal circulation p>
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The assisting surgeons and nurses at her side held their breath, wary that even a slight disturbance could affect her critical decision-making.
As minutes ticked by, the tension was palpable, with everyone on edge, hearts racing with anticipation.
“I’ve found the bleeding point. Hemostat, please p>
Upon hearing Yelena’s calm words, a collective sense of relief spread among everyone present, their hearts lifting from the anxiety they’d been holding.
“That’s wonderful,” the hospital director said from the observation room.
Yelena successfully stopped the bleeding, stabilizing Frieda’s blood pressure and heartbeat.
After thirteen hours and twenty-eight minutes, Yelena finally set down the scalpel.
At that moment, the operating room erupted in a thunderous round of applause.
“Dr. Roberts, you’re truly remarkable. Given such a challenging situation, you managed to complete the surgery successfully p>
Yelena nodded and replied, “Fortunately, this isn’t the most complicated surgery I’ve ever done p>
Others wanted to ask more, but noticing Yelena’s exhaustion and her reluctance to continue the conversation, they held back.
Sensing that it was inappropriate to keep the conversation going, the others stepped aside one by one.
As Yelena exited the operating room, Frieda’s daughter rushed toward her.