# Chapter 148: The Blood on the Nurse's Hands
Hello everyone, it's me again! How are you all doing? Today I will continue to walk with you and review Chapter 148 of "The Untouchable Ex Wife." Friends, I must warn you now—this chapter will take you on a wild ride of emotions. We've got anxiety, hope, fear, and a friendship that may be hanging by a thread. So hold on tight, because the operating room lights have just switched on, and things are about to get seriously intense!
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The moment had finally arrived. Quinton was about to undergo the facial reconstructive surgery that could give him back the face he'd lost—the handsome features that had been stolen from him through years of suffering. And yet, despite all the hope riding on this moment, Renee felt her heart hammering in her chest like a caged bird desperate to break free.
"Are you sure about this?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Quinton saw the conflict written all over his sister's face. The worry in her beautiful eyes, the subtle trembling of her fingers. He could have backed out, he could have eased her mind, but he also knew that this was his chance to reclaim a part of himself that had been buried under layers of scar tissue for far too long. Without hesitation, he snatched the consent form from Renee's hands and signed it with a decisive flourish.
"I'll bear the risk," he declared, his tone firm and carefree. "Hurry up and do the surgery. I've got things to do after this."
Leave it to Quinton to treat a delicate operation like a quick errand on his to-do list. The doctor nodded and gestured for Quinton to follow. As the surgery room doors closed behind him, Renee, Leia, and Haze were left standing alone in the cold, sterile corridor.
And then the waiting began.
Renee paced back and forth like a mother waiting for news from the battlefield. Her footsteps echoed against the hospital walls, tap-tap-tapping in a rhythm of pure unease. "Leia, did we make the right decision? Why do I feel so worried?" She bit her lip, a nervous habit that had returned with a vengeance.
Leia reached out and rested a comforting hand on Renee's shoulder. "Stop overthinking," she said, her voice gentle but steady. "Trust the doctor's skills and Quinton's luck. But even if you don't trust them, trust Xavier's character. He's the one who recommended this surgeon to us. Whatever else he is, he's not a man to steer us wrong."
Renee couldn't help but smirk despite her anxiety. It was true. Xavier was a scumbag in matters of love—she could write a ten-volume encyclopedia about his romantic failures—but as a friend, he was fiercely loyal. She nodded slowly and tried to quiet the storm brewing in her mind.
Half an hour passed. Then another. Little by little, the tension in Renee's shoulders began to ease. "Maybe I worried too much," she admitted, forcing a small smile. "Haze is right. It's just a small surgery. It's going to be fine."
Another hour crawled by, and the surgery was drawing closer to its end. Renee's anticipation began to morph into excitement. "I can't wait to see if he's as handsome as he was before," she said, her eyes sparkling with hope. "He should have had this surgery ages ago. Maybe then he would've gone back to his old self. He wouldn't have had to suffer for so many years."
"The surgery is easy," Leia agreed, crossing her arms. "What's hard is finding a good doctor. If everything goes well, I'll curse Xavier less."
Renee's ears perked up at the bitterness creeping into her friend's voice. She turned and studied Leia's face carefully. Gone was the playful energy from the day before. In its place was a stormy resentment buried under layers of forced indifference. And then Renee noticed the way Leia kept glancing at her phone—furtive, desperate, hopeful glances that always seemed to end in disappointment.
"What's the matter?" Renee asked. "You two were being all lovey-dovey yesterday. Why are you cursing him today?"
"I broke up with him," Leia announced with a huff.
Renee blinked. "Again?! You guys have broken up at least four times this month already. Please tell me this is a joke."
"I'm completely serious this time," Leia said, shaking her head with a frown. "I finally realized something. I'll always be less important to him than his first love. He cares so much more about her than he'll ever care about me. In short... he's just not worthy."
Renee opened her mouth to press for more details, to get to the bottom of this dramatic breakup before her friend's love life imploded entirely... but before a single word could escape her lips, the doors of the operating room burst open.
A nurse rushed out into the corridor, her hands drenched in crimson.
Renee's blood ran cold. Her eyes widened in sheer, primal horror as she stared at the blood staining the nurse's gloves. The metallic scent of it reached her nostrils, and suddenly she couldn't breathe.
"No..." The word came out as a weak, frightened whisper. "No! Something's wrong! Something's very, very wrong!
Her heart launched itself into a frantic rhythm as a cold chill seized her body. In her mind's eye, she could picture her brother lying on that operating table—pale, lifeless, surrounded by worried surgeons. A gruesome face surgery that was meant to reconstruct his appearance had suddenly turned into a life-threatening danger.
But before Renee could storm into the operating room, a firm hand held her back.
"Calm down!" Haze urged, his voice barely keeping pace with the panic in her eyes. "Trust the doctors. Everything will be okay."
"Trust them?" Renee whirled around to face him, her voice cracking. "How can I trust them? That nurse had blood all over her hands! He's in there for a cosmetic surgery, Haze—a face surgery! There should be minimal bleeding, but she came out looking like she just wrestled with death itself!"
Haze took a deep breath, trying to remain the voice of reason. "Quinton was awake and okay before the surgery. He even joked about his schedule after this. The doctor Xavier recommended is competent, and he's already operating on it. The nurse probably just ran out because there was some unexpected bleeding. It doesn't automatically mean something is wrong."
Renee shook her head violently, her eyes wide with desperation. "I don't trust any doctor but myself now! He was absolutely fine! Someone must have wanted to hurt him—that's why he was in a coma in the first place! The surgery has to stop!"
She recalled, too clearly, how the scar across his face had come to exist. She remembered how someone had taken his face from him once already. She wasn't about to let this surgery rob him of his life.
"This is no time to act on your instincts," Haze pleaded, his patience heavy but gentle. "We're not doctors. If you fly off the handle and delay the treatment, can you bear the consequences? Walking into that operating room, stopping the surgery, pulling the surgeons away—do you really think that will save him? What if the bleeding was just a minor complication? What if you make it worse?"
"I know what you're saying," Renee choked out, her voice wobbling with unshed tears. "I know you're being rational. Haze, you've always been the calm one. But you've got to trust me on this—I can feel it! There must be something wrong in that operating room. I can't let them go on, or else my brother's life will be in real danger! I can't let that happen!"
She stumbled forward, reaching out to clutch Haze's arm. The desperation in her eyes was fierce enough to wound anyone. Her usual composed demeanor had crumbled completely, and for the first time in all the years they'd known each other, Haze saw Renee fall apart without any attempt to mask her vulnerability.
"Haze, I'm begging you," she cried, her tears finally breaking free and streaming down her cheeks. "Make them stop the surgery. Please. Didn't you get a good surgeon? I trust you—I will always trust you. But please, I'll only let the doctor *you* get save my brother. Not these strangers who might have been sent to kill him!"
His chest tightened. Every instinct within Haze screamed at him to be the rational anchor, to keep her grounded, to stop her—for her brother's own good. But how could he look into those pleading, beautiful eyes and tell her no? How could he crush her fragile hope when she was standing at the very brink of losing herself?
He had never hugged her. He didn't dare to. But in that moment, every fiber of his being ached to hold her close, to promise her that everything would be alright.
But he couldn't.
Their relationship stood on a knife's edge—more than friends, yet never quite a couple. He had no right to comfort her like that, and he knew it all too well.
So instead, he swallowed his own misgivings and forced himself to nod.
Because sometimes, love meant surrendering your logic to the person you cared about most. And if Renee needed him to act, then he would act—even if it meant storming into a surgery against a doctor's warning.
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## Reader's Impressions & Star Rating
Oh my goodness, what a heart-pounding chapter! I could practically feel Renee's anxiety crawling under my skin as she paced those hospital corridors. Her dramatic shift from cautious hope to absolute terror was so convincingly written that I found myself holding my breath right alongside her. And the little side drama with Leia and Xavier? Chef's kiss. It adds just the right amount of relationship drama to balance the medical crisis.
The cliffhanger is brutal! What exactly has gone wrong inside that operating room? Is Quinton's life truly in danger, or is Renee's instinct-driven panic about to complicate an already delicate procedure? I genuinely appreciate how the chapter explores Renee's protective love for her brother and Haze's quiet, unspoken devotion to her. The tension between wanting to be rational and being driven by love is beautifully portrayed.
This chapter earns a solid ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Rating: 4.7 / 5 Stars mostly because my heart is still racing from that ending! It's powerful, emotional, and makes me desperately need more.
## Next Chapter Prediction
Based on the mounting chaos, I predict that Renee and Haze will barge into that operating room only to discover something far more sinister than a mere medical complication. Remember—Quinton was sent into a coma by someone malicious before. Whoever did that might have found a new way to harm him. I suspect we'll uncover a hidden enemy among the medical staff, and Haze's recommendation—and perhaps even Xavier's loyalty—will be called into question. Lives are on the line, secrets are about to surface, and Quinton's survival may depend on Renee's instincts being impossibly correct.
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