NovelEnglishChapter 1349
"Mr. Woods, we told you from the start, letting this young lady operate was a bad idea, but you wouldn't listen!"
The doctors, eager to save lives, were in a frenzy.
In the operating room, everyone was on edge, except for Fiona. Holding the scalpel, she remained cool and
composed.
"Stop what you're doing, there's heavy bleeding, step aside!"
The doctors were desperate for Fiona to stop. She continued Adam's surgery, scalpel in hand. They didn't dare
physically remove her, hoping she'd stop on her own, but Fiona was unwavering. "Beep beep beep-"
The alarm kept blaring. One beep after another. It was unnerving.
Jackson, with his hands resting at his sides, was tense too. His intense eyes scanned the chaos, settling on Fiona.
The girl was calm, unflinching.
"Everyone, quiet down. Don't disturb her," Jackson's voice cut through, rough yet commanding. "Anyone who
makes another noise, get out." "Mr. Woods-"
"Hold on! The vitals are stabilizing!"
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtSuddenly, a doctor shouted out. "The bleeding has stopped!" "The bullet is out!"
It was okay! Really okay!
The doctors were dumbfounded. It had turned around so fast! How?
They watched Fiona, who stayed serene and expressionless as she removed the bullet and placed it on the tray.
Silence enveloped the room.
"Hemostat, gauze," Fiona's calm voice broke the quiet.
The doctors, still in shock, took a moment to respond, "Oh, oh, oh..."
After a quick cleanup, Fiona, looking a bit tired placed the blood-soaked gauze on the tray and said lightly, "What
was with all the yelling? As medical professionals, you should stay composed." en
She paused, her tone sharp, "I really question your professionalism."
She was generally approachable, but the earlier commotion had pushed her buttons. If Jackson hadn't been
there, she might have thrown in the towel. The doctors felt a wave of shwash over them.
"The situation's stable, and the bullet's out. Now, dress the wound, and don't tellyou can't handle that."
Ignoring the doctors’ reactions,
Fiona stepped down from the
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operating table and walked over to Jackson. She wanted to make a cheek comment, but the sterile gown was
uncomfortable. "Don't worry, he's going to be fine
"Thank you." Jackson's heart finally eased.
"I'm off to change," Fiona grinned, and Jackson followed her out, leaving the doctors to finish up.
Once Fiona had changed, she cout to find Adam's surgery was completely done.
Adam's right-hand man, Erik, who had looked down on Abby earlier, had gone to track down Séraphine per
Jackson's orders. Upon hearing of Adam's successful surgery, he rushed to the operating room
Seeing Adam being wheeled out, Erik hurried over. Adam's face was still pale, but his breathing was even, and
his chest wound was well-dressed, allowing him to finally relax.
He then turned to Fiona, who had changed into her regular clothes. At this moment, any disdain he had felt
before was replaced with admiration.
"Miss, thank you."
He now understood. It was Fiona who had turned the tide, pulling Adam back from the brink.
Fiona smiled, her tone softer yet still confident. "Do you believenow?"
The man nodded, his face flushed with embarrassment.
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