"Why did Grandma fall from the second-floor staircase?"
Damian Quinn’s captivating eyes remained fixed on the ICU entrance, a dark and chilling gaze that sent shivers down one’s spine.
Chase Sherman: "Old Mrs. Quinn stayed alone on the second floor, forbidding the servants from going up, so no one knew how she fell from the stairs. They speculate that she might have stepped unsteadily while coming down and accidentally slipped."
The man’s expression grew colder, and he narrowed his eyes slightly.
Grandma isn’t soone careless, so there’s definitely sothing suspicious about this fall.
"And why did Crystal Joyce appear at the old house?"
Chase continued to report, "According to the people over there, Old Mrs. Quinn has only wanted Miss Crystal by her side lately, so Miss Crystal has often been there."
Grandma’s kindness to Crystal Joyce was due to past gratitude to the Joyce Family, but her sudden affection for Crystal now seems suspicious.
The man’s face was mostly hidden in shadows, his narrow, deep eyes filled with hostility.
"Go investigate."
Was Master Damian suspecting Crystal Joyce?
But with Crystal Joyce’s gentle appearance, it’s hard to believe she could do sothing like that...
Though Chase was puzzled, he responded respectfully.
"Yes, Master Damian."
"And," Damian Quinn’s icy voice sounded again, "anyone who can’t recognize the mistress of the Quinn Family doesn’t need to stay at the old residence."
Though Damian Quinn hadn’t nad anyone specifically, Chase already understood and responded promptly.
"Yes, Master Damian."
...
Inside the ICU.
"Oh... what should we do? Old Mrs. Quinn’s condition is not looking good..."
A group of doctors surrounded Old Mrs. Quinn’s bed, all renowned heart specialists, yet each wore a worried expression, sighing deeply.
"Who would disagree? Old Mrs. Quinn is getting older, and her health is declining. I don’t recomnd surgery! I think conservative treatnt is safer."
As soon as these words were spoken, other doctors quickly agreed.
"I agree as well. If sothing goes wrong during surgery, none of us can afford to take the bla!"
"Exactly, offending the Quinn Family is the last thing we want!"
The re thought of the terrifying man behind the Quinn Family, known as "The Reaper of The Imperia," left the doctors trembling.
"In that case, let’s proceed with conservative treatnt for Old Mrs. Quinn..."
Their conversation was suddenly interrupted by a girl’s voice.
"I disagree with conservative treatnt. Grandma Quinn must undergo surgery!"
The unexpected voice drew their attention to the door. When they saw a young girl, they all frowned.
"Who are you? Who allowed you in? Do you know what this place is!"
Serena Everett ignored them, quickly moving to Old Mrs. Quinn’s bedside, checking her vitals before affirming the necessity of surgery!
With conservative treatnt, Grandma would have less than a 30% chance of survival, and even if she made it, she’d end up in a vegetative state.
"Prepare for surgery, comnce imdiately for Grandma Quinn."
Her words were imdiately t with opposition.
"No way, Old Mrs. Quinn already had surgery not long ago. Considering her age, her body can’t endure another procedure!"
"Exactly, surgical treatnt is too risky. If sothing happens to Old Mrs. Quinn during surgery, who can shoulder this responsibility?"
They knew surgery had a higher success rate than conservative treatnt, but none dared take the surgical risks.
Serena saw through their concerns, her delicate porcelain face now icy cold.
"You choose to sacrifice a life because you can’t handle the responsibility, and you dare call yourselves doctors."
Her words stung fiercely despite their simplicity, provoking the doctors.
"You... quiet! We made this choice out of necessity!"
"Exactly, do you think offending the Quinn Family is easy? You just talk, but if you have the guts, take all responsibility yourself!"
Serena scoffed, refusing to hesitate, "I will take all responsibility. Now, prepare for Grandma Quinn’s surgery!"
She was determined to save Grandma Quinn!
"Alright, alright..."
The doctors didn’t expect a young girl like Serena to be so resolute,
"Let’s see how she digs her own grave. If sothing goes wrong during Old Mrs. Quinn’s surgery, she’s done for!"
Ignoring their sarcasm, Serena pointed her alabaster finger at the man standing quietly in the back.
"You’ll be my assistant."
Wayne Miller, the least experienced among them and often bullied, was taken aback.
"... ?"
Serena’s striking eyes focused on him, her voice sharp, "Do you dare?"
For so reason, her gaze instilled a mysterious courage in Wayne, prompting a nod.
"I... I dare!"
His words sparked another wave of mockery.
"Ha, what a fool to leave Wayne, that useless guy, as her assistant!"
"Wayne’s equally foolish for agreeing. Let’s watch how these two overestimate themselves and et their doom!"
The hospital acted quickly, sending Old Mrs. Quinn to the operating room.
The doctors outside the glass watched the surgery with disdain, skeptical of Serena’s success.
In her sterile gown, Serena handled the scalpel with intense focus.
"What nonsense! How could she possibly succeed with this surgery?"
Ti ticked away, and the doctors’ sneers continued.
"Quite right, even I don’t have a 50% success rate with this surgery, let alone this young girl..."
His sentence was cut off by a gasp.
"My gosh, look, she’s managing to avoid all the risks we predicted!"
"How is that possible!"
Surprised, the doctors turned back to watch, amazent washing over their faces.
"Wait, does she look familiar to you?"
Finally, one recognized the striking young woman.
"Isn’t she the Serena Everett who just won the International dical Conference championship days ago! And she’s also the globally renowned dical expert!"
"It’s really her, no wonder she dared to operate on Old Mrs. Quinn!"
"My god, being an assistant to a global dical expert like her is a once-in-a-lifeti opportunity!"
The more they mocked Serena for choosing Wayne as an assistant, the more regretful and envious they beca, wishing they could turn back ti to beg Serena to choose them instead!
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