Fine.
Since Dr. Smith was already inside,
if his team was leading the operation, the old man still had a fighting chance.
As for his newly found niece...
Once the surgery was over, he would deal with her personally.
He wanted to see what kind of spell this girl had cast to make his notoriously stubborn brother blindly trust her.
"Dad..."
Escorted by the two bodyguards, Anna arrived at the observation deck.
Spotting Silas near the doorway, she yelled, "You have to stop that psycho from operating! Every second she's in there, she's killing Grandpa!"
"That bitch put him in there, and now she's trying to finish the job! We have to go in and stop her!"
Anna's sole focus was using Serena to deflect all attention away from herself.
She needed everyone to firmly believe Serena was the culprit.
But the moment those words left her mouth,
Dr. Thomas Reed suddenly let out a massive gasp. "My God! Good heavens! What... what kind of technique is that?"
"Blind Micro-Suturing?! Is she suturing a deep vessel entirely blind?!"
"With such severe vascular adhesion, she just... she just peeled it away flawlessly! How is that humanly possible?"
"Did anyone catch that movement? Dear Lord, I've never seen precision like that! I couldn't have done it that flawlessly even on my best day!"
"Mr. Langford is matching her pace perfectly! And Dr. Smith-my God! How incredibly lucky are we to witness a masterpiece like this?"
"Quick! Memorize the way she navigated that adhesion! We have to study this! We absolutely must study this!"
Hearing these notoriously arrogant specialists screaming like starstruck fans forced Silas to shift his gaze to the monitors.
Who were they praising so highly?
Dr. Smith? Or his niece?
His eyes locked onto the screen.
Inside the OR, under the glaring surgical lights,
a tightly packed circle of surgeons moved with frantic yet flawless coordination.
Among them, the figure commanding the lead position was undeniably the center of gravity.
Swathed in sterile scrubs, a mask, and a cap, all that was visible were her chillingly calm, bright eyes.
Even with her face hidden,
the sheer poise, the elegant lines of
her brow, and the intensity in her
gaze made it clear she possessed
breathtaking beat
mask.
the
She leaned over the table, her hands
moving with blinding speed and absolute stability. Silver needles found their marks effortlessly seamlessly alternating with a scalpel that cut with surgical perfection.
Even without a medical degree,
terrifie
Silas could see that her movements held not a shred of hesitation. Her mastery far surpassed anything a twenty-year old should be capable of
And the man standing next to her, respectfully passing her instruments...
It was the legendary surgeon he had moved heaven and earth to hire-Dr. Smith!
The man was a global authority, the president of his field's highest society.
Yet there he stood, happily playing the role of a humble first assistant to a young girl.
On her other side stood an elderly man in traditional garb, matching her rhythm perfectly as he aided her with the acupuncture.
Looking closer at the rest of the team...
Even the notoriously stoic Douglas felt his pupils dilate slightly.
Crowded around the table were several medical titans he recognized instantly.
Over the years, he had personally visited them multiple times, practically begging them to treat his parents.
Every single one had flatly refused.
Yet now, this very group of world-shaking pioneers had rallied entirely around this young woman.