She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor - Chapter 246

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She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor - Chapter 246

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Chapter 246

: The Old Man Faces More Danger Than Fortune Old Master Lewis
grabbed Ellie Field’s hand with all his strength and tugged, “Let her go, let her go…”
“You old fool, courting death.”
Ellie Field’s gaze hardened as she violently turned around.
“Don’t…”
Hope Williams’s pupils constricted drastically, but it was too late for her to intervene.
Only to hear a “swoosh” sound.
The blade effortlessly pierced through the thin fabric of the clothing, stabbing into the
flesh and emitting a terrifying nois e.
At that very moment, Waylon Lewis entered the room, his pupils suddenly contracting.
A harsh buzzing filled Hope’s ears…
The air seemed to stand still.
The pristine white walls were splashed with a striking red from the blood, and the clock
on the wall ticked loudly, as if counting down to the end of a life.
Only the sound of a body hitting the floor was heard, and before his mind could even
react, Waylon rushed forward to support Old Master Lewis’s body.
His deep eyes narrowed, sharply exuding a chill.
Almost the second after Ellie Field pulled out the knife, she violently and crazily aimed
the sharp blade at Hope.
“Hope Williams, you die too…”
The next s econd.
A hand gripped her wrist fiercely, causing Ellie Field’s body to tremble, her whole body
engulfed by an intense premonition of death; her heart skipped a beat.
The man’s gaze flickered like ghostly flames from the netherworld, radiating a terrifying
chill.
“Crack” a sound made.

The noise of bones being crushed harshly resonated.
“Ah…” Ellie screamed like a slaughtered pig, as Waylon flung her aside with one hand,
causing her to slam violently against the bed frame, pain flooding her mouth with a
meta llic sweetness.
“Operating room! Quick, to the operating room!” Hope knelt on the ground, pressing
desperately against Old Master Lewis’s wound, shouting repeatedly.
The surrounding doctors didn’t dare delay, rapidly moving the hospital bed, and together
t hey hoisted Old Master Lewis onto it.
“Doctor Williams, you are injured,” a doctor reminded Hope, frowning.
She was the lead surgeon.
But her hand was injured!
Blood had soaked her entire arm red, the amount indicating the depth of her knife
wound.
“Bandag e, stitch, quickly!” Hope did not dare delay for even a second.
“Okay, swiftly get the anesthesia,” a group of people clearly assigned their tasks.
“It’s too late, too late,” Hope shook her head desperately, she must perform the surgery
on Old Master Lewis immediately, “Just stitch it.”
Anesthesia would take ten minutes to take effect, and with disinfection, stitching, and
bandaging, it would take at least twenty minutes.
Old Master Lewis couldn’t wait that long.
“Just stitch,” Hope gritted her teeth, makin g this decision without hesitating for even half
a second.
Several doctors looked at Hope in shock; stitching directly on the wound, without
anesthesia, was unimaginably painful.
“Hurry,” Hope urged anxiously.
“Administer the anesthesia and treat the wound, another doctor can perform the
surgery.”
An unyielding, icy voice emerged as Waylon emotionlessly grabbed Hope’s hand,
“Administer the anesthesia and treat the wound now.”

Hope suddenly pulled back her hand, “The surgery must be done by me.”
“You can’t do it with that hand,” Waylon gritted his teeth.
“I can,” Hope’s eyes tightly focused on Waylon, “I can, Waylon Lewis, you have to trust
me, I really can, only I can perform this surgery.”
Waylon’s eyes swirled like a storm, seething rage burning as though it could obliterate
everything.
Hope knew he was deeply pained by her injuries, and more anxious for Old Master
Lewis.
Hope was also anxious.
So this matter was beyond dispute; once Hope decided on something, n o one could
change her mind, not even Waylon.
“Stop the bleeding, disinfect, quickly!”
Hope commanded coldly, glancing at the nearby doctors.
Just that one look had the previously indecisive doctors immediately react; they bit
down and came over to treat h er wound.
“Doctor Williams, it will be very painful, bear with it.”
“Mm,” Hope clenched her teeth.
The deep knife wound shockingly stretched across her delicate arm, and as the
disinfectant touched the wound and the needle pierced through the flesh, she
in stinctively trembled with pain, her hands clenched into fists turning white, yet she
didn’t retract them because of the pain.
Waylon’s eyes were full of pain as he placed his hand on her shoulder, his deep, dark
eyes fixed on her wound, unable to move.
Eac h time Hope trembled slightly, Waylon’s hand hanging by his side tightened even
more.
It took only a few minutes to treat the wound, yet to Waylon, it felt as long and enduring
as a century.
Hope’s face, covered in cold sweat, showed no sign of relief as s he stood up and
looked back at Waylon.

The subdued Ellie Field on the ground let out a cold laugh.
“No surgery has ever defeated me, huh? Hope Williams, today I’ll let everyone see how
their goddess Cynthia falls from grace. I want you to watch with your o wn eyes as your
most respected grandfather dies on your operating table.
I want the memory to torment you for life.
Don’t worry, Hope, he won’t survive, hahaha.
Seeing your pain really makes me incredibly happy, I told you if I’m not okay, neither will
you be.”
Ellie Field’s eyes, filled with malice, still stared venomously at Hope Williams and she
shouted like a madwoman.
Hope Williams paid her no heed and immediately rushed into the operating room.
Inside the operating room.
The surgery had to be started ahead of schedule. Old Master Lewis had been stabbed
unexpectedly and Hope Williams had to change the original surgical plan.
She looked at Old Master Lewis, who lay pale - faced on the operating table, and felt her
heart tighten.
Outside the operating room, the Lewis family arrived in full force at the door of the
operating room.
Alitzel Williams, still panting, rushed over and anxiously grabbed Waylon Lewis’ arm,
“How is Old Master doing?”
Waylon Lewis, supporting Alitzel Williams , had an expressionless face, “He’s been
stabbed in the chest and just went in an hour ago.”
Alitzel Williams’ eyes widened in disbelief, and she staggered. Fortunately, Waylon
Lewis supported her, preventing her from falling.
“Hope Williams, where is Hope ? Is she…”
“She’s inside.”
“But the call said she was injured in the arm.”
“She insisted on performing the surgery.”

Alitzel’s face grew even more panicked. A major surgery was difficult enough, but now
with Old Master Lewis stabbed and Hope Williams injur ed, the surgeon’s hands were
undoubtedly crucial.
This was complicating an already difficult situation.
“How could this happen? Who did this?” Alitzel Williams was frantic.
Everything had been fine before she left, but now everything had changed drasticall y.
Alitzel Williams covered her mouth, sobbing uncontrollably.
“Your family is really something, Old Master Lewis is with you and yet he is both
seriously ill and stabbed. Is this how you take care of him?”
In the midst of chaos, there is always someone wh o incites more trouble. Isaiah Lewis
scoffed coldly and deliberately spoke up.
Once someone started speaking, a few other faint - hearted people also started chiming
in.
“What if something happens to Old Master? How have you been taking care of him? Did
you even care at all?”
“Old Master Lewis is already of such an age, with severe heart problems, and now he’s
been stabbed. I fear it looks more bad than good. This is your family’s responsibility.”
“Yes, right, Old Master Lewis favored your family the most, gi ving all the good things to
you, and now you, ironically, have killed him. If Old Master really passes away, we
might need to redistribute the inheritance…”
“All of you shut up, grandfather isn’t dead yet. Say another word, and I’ll tear your
mouths apart, ” Wyatt Lewis said with an icy demeanor.
“What did we say wrong, Wyatt Lewis? Didn’t Old Master Lewis get into this mess under
your care? Didn’t he favorably give all the good things to your family? We need to
rethink the distribution of his inheritance…”
A loud “bang” echoed.
The person speaking was suddenly flung against the wall.
Waylon Lewis raised an eyebrow and scanned the scene, his icy gaze solidifying the air
around him.

Those who were shouting fell silent instantly, looking at each other, and quie tly backed
away from the man.
Old Master Lewis wasn’t dead yet. Some things still couldn’t be said outright. But if he
died, especially under surgery by their daughter - in - law, then they would be indirectly
culpable for his death. They would see how this fa mily could stand tall after that.
The only ones pleased were Isaiah Lewis and his family. They had already stirred
everyone up, just waiting for Old Master to die so everyone together with the company’s
shareholders could overthrow Waylon Lewis.
Just wait, it wasn’t far off, good days were coming.
Director Woods and Elder Gray received the news and quickly arrived at the operating
room door.
Seeing Elder Gray approach, Alitzel Williams hurried forward, crying, “Elder Gray,
please save our Old Mast er Lewis.”
“Mrs. Lewis, isn’t Little Hope already inside?” Elder Gray frowned.
“But…”
Elder Gray, perhaps seeing Alitzel Williams’s concern, took over the conversation.
“Not meaning to hide anything from you, though Little Hope is my disciple, her ability is
not less than mine. If she isn’t sure about this surgery, then I believe even if I took over,
it would be very precarious.”
“…It’s not that I doubt Little Hope’s abilities, it’s just… her arm is injured, and I’m
worried…”
Elder Gray narrowed his eyes sl ightly, a trace of concern fleetingly crossed his
expression, but was quickly replaced by determination, “Since she chose to continue
with the surgery, she must be confident. What we can do now is believe in her.”
Inside the operating room, five hours late r…
Hope William’s cap was soaked with cold sweat, and her assistant had to wipe her
forehead periodically.
This surgery was a tremendous test of the lead surgeon’s physical endurance.
A keen - eyed doctor noticed faint crimson blood emerging from Hope Willia m’s injured
arm.

The doctors exchanged glances, then looked at Hope Williams. Her focus was entirely
on the task at hand, the surgical scalpel held steadily in her hand, cutting and stitching
each step precisely and cleanly, nearly perfect.
They couldn’t h elp but be deeply impressed.
Waylon Lewis still stood at the door of the operating room. Another two hours had
passed.
Another nurse hurried out to fetch more blood packets.
Blood packets had been prepared before the surgery started, and this was the secon d
time they were needed.
This indicated that Old Master Lewis’s blood oxygen saturation was dropping, or he was
bleeding heavily.
Alitzel Williams anxiously surrounded the nurse, “How is it? What’s the situation inside
now?”
The nurse quickly said, “Doctor Williams is still trying to save him.”
Saving him!
Seven hours now!
Alitzel Williams’s heart was fluctuating nervously, almost leaping to her throat.
The group around her, hearing this news, subtly curled their lips.
It seemed Old Master Lewis was truly a bout to pass away.