The Devil Himself Arrives
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Professor Zhang finally spoke, his voice heavy with uncertainty. “I’ll watch. I want to see exactly what this girl is capable of.”
One by one, the other doctors followed him toward the observation room. “Professor Zhang, you can’t just stand by. What if Mr. S’s family shows up and finds out—”
Dr. Su Su wasn’t going to miss her chance. She barked an order at a nurse, “Turn on all operating room cameras. Record everything. I want a front-row seat when this little fraud humiliates herself.”
Word spread through the hospital like wildfire: A high-risk surgery… and a teenage girl was holding the scalpel?
Doctors and nurses came pouring in to watch the spectacle. Surely, this was a scam—some cheap publicity stunt. There was no way she could really operate… right?
Inside the OR, Eliana had already changed into sterile scrubs, tying her dark hair into a tight bun. Just as she was about to walk in, Su Su cornered her.
“Let me warn you,” she sneered. “The patient’s pericardium was damaged in previous surgeries. His heart is basically glued to his sternum. One wrong move, one careless incision… and he’ll bleed out in seconds.”
Eliana didn’t even blink. “I’m not you. I don’t make rookie mistakes.”
Su Su’s face twisted in fury. “We’ll see after your first cut.”
From behind the thick glass of the observation deck, dozens of doctors crowded in, eyes locked on the girl in the OR.
“Who is she?”
“She looks like she’s in high school!”
“That’s Mr. S’s grandfather on that table—does she even realize who she’s messing with?”
Eliana pulled on her surgical mask, her clear, stunning eyes giving away nothing. Calm. Collected. Commanding.
“Position the patient.”
“Administer anesthesia.”
“Disinfect.”
“Scalpel.”
Her voice was low and firm, her instructions flawless. Even the skeptical doctors began murmuring:
“She… actually knows what she’s doing?”
“No hesitation. Not a single mistake so far.”
“Could she really… pull this off?”
Su Su rolled her eyes. “Please. She probably memorized those steps off YouTube.”
But then Eliana raised the scalpel—with her left hand.
“What the—she’s left-handed?”
“Wait, I thought she was a righty!”
“Left-handed surgeries are riskier—less stable, less precise.”
“She’s either insane or showing off.”
Even Dr. Ethan Tang furrowed his brow. He knew Eliana was right-handed. Was her dominant hand injured?
But as her scalpel sliced cleanly through skin and muscle—quick, confident, exact—everyone watching fell silent.
“Did you see that incision?”
“So smooth… it’s perfect.”
“Not even veteran surgeons dare cut like that!”
Su Su’s smug smile faded. “Impossible…”
Inside the OR, Eliana exposed the heart. It was a battlefield—scarred from previous surgeries, twisted out of shape, vessels knotted beyond recognition. And without a pericardium, the heart pressed directly against the sternum, dangerously vulnerable.
Even Ethan’s face turned grave. Any wrong move now and—
But Eliana didn’t falter. She began separating the adhesions between the heart and sternum—one of the riskiest steps of all.
It usually took hours.
She was doing it in minutes.
The doctors held their breath. One wrong move and the patient was dead.
Then—
A flurry of footsteps echoed down the hallway. The air turned cold.
He had arrived.
A tall, imposing man in his twenties stepped through the hospital doors. His sharp brows and icy expression were enough to silence the entire wing.
“Mr. S… He’s here…”
Behind him stood eight world-renowned cardiac surgeons. Every one of them a legend. And yet… they followed him.
Only one man in the country could summon such power so quickly.
Seren S. Lancaster. Known in private circles as the devil himself—young, brilliant, ruthless.
Professor Zhang stepped forward, nearly bowing. “Mr. Lancaster… Sir, your grandfather’s condition has worsened. We’ve discovered artificial valve endocarditis and paravalvular leakage…”
Seren’s cold gaze shifted to the OR. Through the glass, he saw her—masked, eyes steady, her frame almost too slight for such a heavy responsibility.
“That girl,” he asked, voice as sharp as a blade. “Who is she?”
Zhang’s lips trembled. “Sh-she…”
How could he say it? That a teenage girl had taken over his grandfather’s surgery?
Before he could stammer an answer, Seren’s assistant, Aoki, stepped forward in fury.
“You let a high schooler operate on Mr. S?! What kind of circus are you running here? No license, no credentials—just guts? Are you people tired of living?!”
Professor Zhang went pale. “Assistant Aoki, it’s not what it looks like—”
“She better be some medical prodigy sent by heaven itself,” Aoki snapped. “If anything happens to the old man, I swear—”
Inside the OR, Eliana didn’t hear any of it.
She didn’t need to.
Because she’d already started saving a life.
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