Chapter 207:
Her tone carried a mix of urgency and firmness, but the boy wasn’t deterred. “Miss, | must go inside and
apologize. Please, just letin. I'll say what | need to say and leave immediately. | will not waste your time.”
Before Angie could respond, he darted to the side, attempting to slip past her into the room.
Panicking, Angie lunged for the door handle and slammed it shut with a resounding bang that echoed through
the corridor. Now, both she and the boy were left outside the room.
Inside the auditorium, the abrupt gesture caused a ripple of murmurs among the gathered doctors and nurses.
“This is bad,” someone said, voice hushed yet panicked. “The door to the virtual surgery room is locked now, and
the instrument nurse doesn’t have fingerprint access. Unless Belinda opens it for her, the nurse will not be able
to enter the room. Belinda is performing the surgery now and can’t open the door, so the nurse has to find the
chief neurosurgeon to unlock the door for her.”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“But Dr. McCoy is in surgery right now! He won't be available.”
“Then it's over. The nurse can’t enter the room!”
“Who even is that boy? Why is he so determined to get in? Do you think it’s deliberate sabotage?”
“Without the instrument nurse, how can Belinda handle the surgery? It's impossible for her to manage alone.”
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Uneasy glances were exchanged, the growing tension filling the air. One consensus was clear: Belinda would
probably fail this time.
The worried whispers, transmitted through the nurse’s phone, reached Lucas and Johnson.
Johnson clenched his jaw in frustration. “That boy must be doing this on purpose. Someone probably sent him to
cause trouble for Belinda.”
Lucas’ sharp eyes narrowed, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his face. He said nothing, though his
mind churned with a single thought: could Belinda withstand this mounting pressure and perform the surgery
successfully?
In the auditorium, no one noticed that Turner's lips twitched into a faint smirk. His gaze slid toward Caiden,
seated beside him, his tone laced with mockery. “Mr. Rodgers, at this rate, it looks like Belinda doesn’t stand a
chance of winning.”
Caiden’s expression remained unchanged. He was unaffected by the matter. His voice was calm, almost
detached. “Dr. Ortiz, the surgery isn’t over yet. Let's not rush to conclusions now.”
Turner chuckled lightly but said no more, his confidence unwavering. In his mind, Belinda couldn't possibly
perform the surgery successfully after what had happened.
Behind him, Ryan caught Verena’s gaze, and the two exchanged a knowing smile before returning their attention
to the screen.
The room fell silent, the tension palpable as every gaze remained glued to the screen.
Inside the simulation room, Belinda’s hands were steady as stone. Not a single tremor betrayed the pressure she
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmwas under. Her focus was razor-sharp, entirely on correcting her earlier mistake, and she was nearly done doing
that.
“Look at her composure,” someone whispered. “It’s not easy for her to stay this calm under the current
circumstances.”
“Yeah,” another agreed. “Her hands haven't faltered once. She is handling this perfectly.”
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