The protagonist appears
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Dr. Zhang, who'd been quiet, finally said, "I'll watch this little firecracker and see what she does."
When Dr. Zhang left, the other doctors followed. "Dr. Zhang, you can't just watch! Before Chen shows up, we gotta come up with a plan…"
Dr. Qiu told a nurse, "Get the OR cameras rolling. We need evidence, and I wanna see this kid screw up big time!"
Other doctors, hearing about this impossible surgery performed by a teenager, flocked to watch.
A kid solving a case that stumped even Dr. Zhang? Was she a scam artist?
Emily was scrubbing in when Dr. Qiu showed up, "Let me give you a heads-up: the patient’s pericardium is wrecked from previous surgeries. His heart’s practically glued to his sternum. If you’re not careful with the incision, you’ll rip his heart open, and you'll be toast!"
"I'm not you," Emily said, raising an eyebrow. Her eyes were sharp. "I won't make such a basic mistake."
"You…" Dr. Qiu was furious. "Fine, I’ll watch your first cut!"
She stormed into the observation room.
The room was crammed with doctors. When they saw a young girl as the surgeon, their jaws dropped.
"Dr. Zhang, who is she? Why are you letting her do this?"
"She's just a kid! She looks like she barely finished high school… And that's Mr. Smith's grandfather…"
"If something goes wrong, we’re all finished."
"She wants the spotlight, and Dr. Thomas is covering her. What’s the big deal?" Dr. Qiu scoffed, watching Emily through the glass.
Emily put on her mask, her eyes calm and focused. She looked the part.
"Position the patient."
"Anesthesia."
"Prep the skin."
"Scalpel."
Emily gave instructions to Dr. Thomas.
The doctors were shocked.
"She really knows medicine?"
"Her steps are correct…"
"Could she actually save Mr. Smith?"
Dr. Qiu sneered, "Ha, she probably learned it from TV. Don't get your hopes up."
If this girl could save lives, she’d eat the scalpel live on TV.
Some still had a sliver of hope, but when they saw Emily using her left hand, they freaked out.
"What the heck? Such a big surgery, and she's using her left hand? Is she left-handed?"
"Left-handers aren't as steady."
"If she's right-handed, and doing this on purpose, she's bonkers!"
"She’s not taking this seriously."
"She probably can't even operate. Dr. Zhang, how could you believe a kid? We’re doomed!"
No one would use their left hand for a surgery like this!
Dr. Thomas was surprised to see Emily use her left hand; she was right-handed.
Was her right hand injured?
Mr. Smith's heart was mangled from previous surgeries.
Emily made a clean incision, shocking everyone.
"Not just a kid, even seasoned surgeons wouldn't cut like that. That calm is incredible!"
"Her first cut was perfect…"
"Fast, precise, and deadly."
Even Dr. Qiu was stunned. "No way…"
How did she do it?
She didn’t look like a newbie.
Opening the chest, Emily saw the badly scarred heart, misplaced vessels, and the heart practically attached to the sternum.
Dr. Thomas saw the severity of the situation. He was worried about Emily, but she was handling everything perfectly.
"Zoom in." Dr. Zhang was amazed, wanting to see her next steps.
Emily was carefully separating the adhesions—the hardest part of the surgery.
For experienced surgeons, this would take hours.
Emily would need only half an hour.
Her eyes were focused, full of confidence.
The doctors held their breath; this was extremely risky; damaging tissue or a vessel was game over!
Suddenly, a huge group arrived!
The leader, a man in his twenties, was radiating power.
Intense eyebrows, sharp nose, striking features—he was incredibly handsome and intimidating.
Everyone made way, fear and awe in their voices: "Mr. Chen, you're here?"
Behind him were seven or eight top cardiothoracic surgeons.
Only Mr. Chen could've gathered them this quickly.
"Mr. Smith's condition worsened. His pneumonia was under control, but then he had heart failure," Dr. Zhang said, bowing. "Today's exam revealed infective endocarditis and paravalvular leak…"
"Who is she?" Mr. Chen’s gaze fell on Emily, cold and impassive.
She was wearing a mask, only her eyes visible. She was clearly very young.
"She… she is…" Dr. Zhang followed his gaze, his heart pounding. Would he see tomorrow?
His assistant, Mr. Aoki, exploded, "The hospital wouldn't hire such a young doctor. I heard a high school student wanted to operate on Mr. Smith. Is that her? Is City Hope Hospital crazy? They let anyone operate on Mr. Smith, regardless of qualifications? You're all playing with fire!"
"Mr. Aoki, it's not like that…" Dr. Zhang stammered, unable to explain.
The doctors in the observation room were terrified.
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