She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor - Chapter 89

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She Made a Comeback as a Renowned Doctor - Chapter 89

Director Woods’ sharp eyes glanced at Joy Ward and then paused on Hope Williams.
Hope’s expression remained calm, without any emotion.
“Doctor Ward, the surgery has already been decided to be handed over to Doctor
Williams.”
Joy clenched her teeth, her face quickly regained its composure, and she smiled slowly,
“Maybe Director Woods should take a look at my surgical plan first. My mentor has also
seen it and made some modifications. He said there were no problems.”
Director Woods’ eyebrows raised slightly, “Elder Murphy thinks there’s no problem with
it?”
“Yes.” Joy responded with a confident smile.
...
Director Woods began to browse throu gh the plan, his eyebrows involuntarily raising,
and then he looked toward Hope.
Joy gently addressed Hope, “Doctor Williams, you’ve just been discharged from the
hospital and should rest more. Let me take care of this surgery for Director Woods.
Besides, I’ve already laid out the surgical plan, and it’s safer in my hands, isn’t it?”
Hope smiled faintly and glanced over Joy’s surgical plan before asking with a light raise
of his eyebrows, “Where does your confidence come from?”
“Are you suggesting there’s s omething wrong with my surgical plan, Doctor Williams?”
“Isn’t that obvious?”
Joy bit her lip in frustration, “Doctor Williams, you haven’t even seen the patient. How
can you be sure that there’s a problem with my plan?”

Hope raised the patient’s medical r ecords he was holding, “The tumor has reached an
advanced stage, with adhesion in the major blood vessels of the heart, making the
surgical excision difficult, and the quality of life post - surgery is very low.”
“But the current condition of the patient mea ns that removal is the fastest way to save
his life.”
“That’s on the basis of the tumor being in the early to middle stages, your plan is not
suitable for critically ill, elderly patients,” Hope said expressionlessly.
Joy disagreed vehemently, “I don’t agr ee with you. The patient’s life is already in
danger…”
Hope sighed softly, refusing to argue further, “Let’s have a consultation meeting.”
“When?”
“Now.”
Joy sneered. A consultation meeting — she didn’t even have her surgical plan ready for
discussion. It wa s clearly a self - inflicted embarrassment, and Joy was naturally pleased
with that.
“Perfect, my mentor is also very interested in this surgery. Let’s have him judge it,” Joy
declared with a triumphant smile.
Hope had no objections.
In the conference room, several cardiologists who saw Elder Murphy flocked to him for
advice. Joy stood by Elder Murphy’s side, holding his arm, laughing and talking, basking
in the reflected glory.
Hearing about Hope Williams and Joy Ward locking horns over the same surgery, man y
doctors couldn’t help but take a peek inside the conference room door.
At the head of the U - shaped conference table, Joy stood in front of the screen,
confidently presenting her plan for the surgery and the treatment process for the patient.
“That’s my surgical plan, and I believe it guarantees the patient’s life to the greatest
extent.”
After Joy finished speaking, everyone nodded in agreement, while Joy looked at Hope
with full - on provocation.
Hope rested his hands on the table, appearing ca lm and detached, with his eyes cast
downward as if deep in thought.

Now it was Hope’s turn, and everyone’s curious gazes turned towards him.
Joy Ward tilted her chin up high, confident that Hope Williams, having not attended
yesterday’s consultation discus sion and never having even seen the patient, couldn’t
possibly have a surgical plan ready based just on a quick review of the medical records.
And so, her sense of superiority grew, believing that no matter what, Hope could not
outdo her.
Under everyone’s gaze, Hope Williams slowly stood up. She walked unhurriedly to the
front, where the large screen was located.
Joy Ward sneered, “Doctor Williams said she didn’t agree with my surgical plan, so
surely, Doctor Williams must have a better one, right? Let’s he ar it.”
Joy deliberately made this comment, making everyone turn their attention to Hope. Her
intention was to make Hope lose face.
Hope Williams merely glanced at her and then, with a cold and detached voice, began
to explain her surgical plan and insight s. She was even able to fluently answer sharp
questions posed by Elder Murphy and other doctors.
When Hope finished, the room fell silent.
“I heard you just finished reading the patient’s medical records. When did you come up
with this plan?” Elder Murphy asked.
Hope Williams slightly raised her eyebrows, “Just now.”
Elder Murphy, listening, found himself nodding along involuntarily, a rare look of
admiration in his shrewd eyes.
Joy Ward looked on in panic, her hands tightly clenched, barely managing to mus ter a
smile and said, “Doctor Williams, your plan may be safe for the patient in their current
condition, but so far, only Cynthia has a record of completing this technique. You…?”
Hope Williams turned the pen in her hand at a deliberate pace, her brow fur rowed in
seriousness, “If I propose it, I can complete it. This is a plan to safeguard the patient. If
we go with your surgical plan, there’s a high risk of complications during the procedure,
and even if the surgery is successful, the patient will be left with significant life risks.”
“I stand by my surgical plan,” Hope Williams stated firmly, earning nods of agreement
from several doctors.

Joy Ward ground her molars and scoffed, “Doctor Williams, I don’t doubt your abilities,
but so far only Cynthia, know n as the Saintly Healer, has completed this technique. Are
you truly confident?”
“Yes, only Cynthia has records of this technique, Doctor Williams. We don’t believe you
can do it, and if you can’t, the risks are too great,” several doctors echoed with nods .
“I have full confidence in Doctor Williams’ surgical plan. Doctor Ward’s plan cannot
ensure the patient’s quality of life afterward, and there’s a high likelihood of recurrence,”
Aurora Wood stated her absolute trust in Hope Williams.
“No doctor can guar antee no recurrence after surgery. Are you, Doctor Wood,
suggesting you can guarantee that your patients will absolutely not experience
recurrence?” Joy Ward retorted with a snort, countering Aurora Wood’s words, “The
patient is currently in critical condi tion; shouldn’t saving their life be what matters most?”
Hope Williams, “Preserving life is indeed important, but the method must be
considered.”
Joy Ward, “Your method may be good, Doctor Williams, but if you don’t have the skills,
you can’t complete it, can you?”
Hope Williams, “You’re not me. How would you know I can’t complete it?”
“Regardless of whether you can complete it, I’m sorry to say, Doctor Williams, I’ve
already reached a consensus with the patient’s family to use my surgical plan,” Joy
Ward s aid through gritted teeth, forced to reveal the trump card she had prepared in
advance.
Hope Williams had been in the hospital just yesterday, and at that thought, Joy Ward
smiled triumphantly.
Hope was unfazed, calmly lifting an eyebrow, “Fine, we shall s ee at this afternoon’s
public surgery.”
Everyone was aware that this was a critical moment in the contest for the position of
chief of cardiothoracic surgery. If Joy Ward managed to successfully complete this
significant surgery, there would be no chance l eft for Hope Williams.
This was exactly what Joy Ward had realized, and even without much confidence, she
was determined to risk everything to secure the surgery.
Hope Williams was very calm; she said nothing more and gathered her things, ready to
leave the conference room. She wasn’t concerned with competing with Joy Ward for the
surgery but was worried about the patient. Hope had intended to visit the ward to chec k
on the patient’s condition when a typically stern voice called out from behind.

“Wait.”
Elder Murphy stopped Hope Williams, who turned around to see him approaching.
“Do you need something else?”