Chapter 44:
Disregarding the patient’s suffering rendered him unworthy of the title “doctor.”
If she weren’t here today, not even divine intervention could assure Bertha’s survival in the next ten minutes.
“Step aside,” Elena said sharply, her tone biting. “If you lack the knowledge, then be silent, and if you can’t manage that, then remove your doctor’s coat.”
Ferris hissed, “What did you say?”
Interrupting, Elena snapped, “I told you to clear the way.”
Ferris seethed with anger, nearly losing control, and retorted, “If you can cure her, I’ll let you take over as department head!”
Phil restrained Ferris and turned to Alexander, asking, “Mr. Harper, should we allow this young lady to try?”
“Dr. Benton, do you really believe this girl’s claims? Are you out of your mind?!” Ferris raged.
Although Phil doubted it too, he knew their expertise was limited and that they simply couldn’t perform the surgery on Bertha.
Aware of the dire consequences, he recognized that Bertha could not withstand any further delays.
Every available option had to be exhausted.
“Mr. Harper, our skills are indeed limited. What is your opinion?” Alexander fixed his gaze on his daughter, his expression heavy with concern.
Curiosity mingled with worry as he silently questioned when Elena had learned anything about medicine.
Time was of the essence, and there was no luxury for prolonged debate. With a serious tone, he asked, “Elena, what is our percentage chance of success?”
“Are you out of your mind, Alexander? Are you truly going to let her treat Bertha? Even the vice president insists there’s no chance—how could a young girl possibly have a solution?” Samira frowned. In her eyes, Elena was merely seeking attention.
Attending to Bertha’s condition was not a trivial matter.
The last time Elena uncovered that the painting was fake was perhaps nothing more than sheer luck.
It seemed impossible that she genuinely possessed real knowledge about art.
L𝑎t𝑒st ch𝑎pt𝑒rs in gαl𝑛ovels.cøm
Unexpected by Samira, Elena would even risk her reputation by making baseless claims about Bertha’s health just for attention.
Samira believed she had found a mistake in Elena’s actions and sharply rebuked her. “You’re being incredibly reckless. Are you trying to harm your grandmother? Don’t you have any sense of decency? Alexander, you must not allow her to treat Bertha.”
Alexander paid no attention to Samira, focusing his gaze solely on Elena.
Bertha’s face had already drained of color, clearly teetering on the brink of death—there was no time to delay!
Meeting his intense stare, Elena maintained a calm and steady tone as she said, “Sixty percent.”
“Alright, go ahead.”
No sooner had Alexander finished speaking than Samira’s eyes widened in shock.
Had Alexander fallen under some spell?
