Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 167 I Can Perform This Surgery Arlo becthe centre of attention as everyone's gaze shifted towards him.

Faced with the hopeful looks from the Harris family, he paused briefly before expressing, "I estimate a maximum of one month." Even in the event of a successful surgery and the elimination of the poison, his lifespan won't exceed a month. Prior to his demise, he will endure considerable suffering. Bernice shook her head in despair, slumping back into her chair with trembling legs as tears streamed down her face in silence.

The doctor in charge urged, "You must decide promptly." All eyes turned towards Bernice. After a brief pause, she shook her head. “He has endured a year of agony in that bed." Sam interjected, "Grandma?" Is this implying surrender? Bernice remained silent. The air was weighed down with tension, leaving everyone hesitant to act. Only Bernice, as the spouse, held the authority to decide, leaving the rest to wait for her to break the silence.

Suddenly, the sound of hurried footsteps drew near.

Before George even neared, the sombre mood hit him.

He spotted his mother seated, tears flowing quietly, her expression filled with anguish. His chest was constricted.

"Uncle George has arrived." At the sight of George, the Harrises felt a surge of strength within.

George rushed forward. "What's the update?" Riley shook his head solemnly at his brother. "Surgery is imperative, but the odds are dismal at less than four percent. Even if it succeeds, the poison remains, leaving just a month at best." "Miss Jenkins?" Arlo directed his gaze towards Isabelle, who arrived alongside George, wearing a look of astonishment.

Isabelle nodded in acknowledgement to him, offering a greeting, “You're also here.” With that, she reached out and took the thick medical record book from the attending doctor's hand to start reading.

The attending doctor made a noise of protest and frowned, as if to take the medical record book back, but was stopped by Arlo. "Let her see it. It's not like it's a confidential document." Besides, she is here with George.

"George, let it go." Bernice shook her head at her younger son, saying, "I don't want your dad to suffer another torment before he passes away." 1/3 Chapter 167 I Can Perform This Surgery George's lips tightened, but he remained silent, his check muscles twitching slightly.

In the background, Isabelle flipped through the medical record book, the sound of pages turning one after another echoing in his ears. She was reading at a brisk pace.

As tpassed, each minute and each second felt infinitely slow in this heavy and agonising atmosphere. In just three or four short minutes, it felt like several centuries had passed.

Finally, George seemed to have made ssignificant decisions. He gritted his teeth against the pain, his lips twitched slightly, and he opened his mouth as if about to speak.

But Isabelle preempted him and said, "I can perform this surgery." Her words caused everyone to turn their gaze towards her in an instant.

She continued in a casual manner. “Please fetcha set of surgical scrubs.” Her words went unnoticed by everyone, perceived as nonsensical or inappropriate jesting.

The doctors' reactions were unmistakable. Had Isabelle not arrived with George, they likely would have expelled her long ago.

The Harrises, from the eldest to the youngest, maintained decorum. They refrained from engaging in arguments with the young girl, merely glancing at her before disregarding her presence.

Arlo and Dylan, on the other hand, displayed contrasting reactions.

While not common knowledge, Arlo had engaged in discussions with Isabelle regarding alternative medicine. He recognised her expertise in the subject, surpassing his own, albeit their conversations were merely superficial. Dylan found himself taken aback upon discovering Isabelle's proficiency in modern medicine and her ability to handle surgical tools. While he harboured sscepticism, he refrained from dismissing her remarks as nonsensical, unlike the others.

Just as Arlo was poised to speak...

George was the first to inquire, "What's the likelihood of success?" His two brothers exchanged looks of confusion and concern at him.

George wasn't sceptical or dismissive. He didn't doubt Isabelle or question her credibility.

Instead, he gazed at her intently, holding his breath in anticipation.

Isabelle simply replied, "One hundred percent." She continued, "While I haven't identified the specific poison yet, it shouldn't pose too great a challenge to discern.

En route to the scene, she had already received a briefing from George regarding the condition bf Kevin. A year prior, he had experienced a fall down the stairs, resulting in a head injury that caused a blood clot to exert pressure on his nerves. The surgical procedure itself proved relatively simple.

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However, complications arose upon the revelation that Kevin had been exposed to a slow-acting poisam suspected to have been administered atleast six months before the stair incident. Regrettably, by the tthis was uncovered, it was already too late, as the poison had already disseminated throughout his body. Additionally, Kevin was in an advanced stage of life.

What began as routine brain surgery has now evolved into a complex operation.

Over the past year, the Harris family has dedicated considerable resources, secking consultation from nearly every esteemed medical professional worldwide. Yet, upon reviewing the case, each one declined to undertake the surgery. The poison within Kevin's body resembled a ticking tbomb, with no guarantee that it wouldn't detonate during the procedure.

George had exhaustively pursued all avenues for medical treatment, even consulting with unconventional healers.

Isabelle's assertion. “I haven't identified the poison yet, but it shouldn't present too remedy," undoubtedly tested everyone's patience.