NovelEnglishChapter 224 meant to get a closer look, to understand the procedure better, but he hadn't Crimson's face paled with anger. She wanted to give Dr. Falcone a piece of her mind, while also felt a surge of worry for Flora. Beads of sweat dripped down Flora's forehead. She pressed her lips tightly together and, after a few seconds, resumed stitching. Her movements were much slower and steadier than before. Dr. Falcone and Crimson hardly dared to breathe, fearing they might disturb Flora. After an agonizing twenty minutes, which would have made anyone's hands tremble from being held up in the air for so long, Flora showed no sign of weakness, even while performing such a complex surgical procedure. Another five minutes passed, and Flora finally completed the last step. When she stepped away from the operating table, her hands were trembling uncontrollably. Her right hand, which had been injured while protecting a child and had hit the curb, was now in excruciating pain after performing such a demanding surgery. "From here, I'll leave it to you,” Flora said, massaging her sore hand, addressing a guilt-ridden Dr. Falcone. "You can handle the closure, right?" "Absolutely, no problem at all!" Dr. Falcone nodded vigorously, his previous underestimation of Flora replaced entirely by admiration and respect! He had been too hasty in judging Flora, thinking her youth meant her skills were lacking. But this surgery had profoundly changed his view! With the surgery successfully completed, all three of them breathed a sigh of relief. “Séraphine, I'm so sorry!" As Flora was about to leave the operating room, Dr. Falcone quickly approached her and bowed deeply at a ninety-degree angle. It was a gesture of profound respect. Dr. Falcone emphasized his words carefully, "I was disrespectful towards you before, Séraphine. I hope you can forgive my ignorance.” "Please, stand up. I'm not upset,” Flora said, covering her head in slight exasperation. “Do you know who taught you? Your stitching technique remindsof Dr. Jules." "You know Jules?" Flora raised an eyebrow. Dr. Falcone's face showed humility and embarrassment, "I was fortunate enough to attend a few of Dr. Jules' lectures. I desperately wanted to bechis apprentice, but he foundlacking and refused." Search ThE (F)indwebsite on Gøøgle to access chapters of early and in the highest quality. "Who did you study under?" Dr. Falcone asked again. "It's not something I can discuss." In truth, her mentor was Jules, as he had taught her the skills, even though she wasn't formally his apprentice. But currently, as Séraphine, mentioning Jules as her teacher could potentially cause unnecessary trouble for him. Dr. Falcone grew even more respectful, thinking Flora's mentor must be sreclusive master, hence her reluctance to disclose his identity. At the operating room's door, Dr. Falcone courteously opened it for her, his demeanor eager to please. Jordan and others had been waiting outside. Seeing them emerge, they eagerly inquired, "How did it go?” “The surgery was a success. The young lady will be fine, Flora said, rubbing her aching wrist. Hearing this, Jordan, the butler, and Jenny were overjoyed. "You can move her to X
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