Chapter 638: Chapter 638: Grandfather, I won’t let anything happen to her. Chapter 638: Chapter 638: Grandfather, I won’t let anything happen to her. Abigail Green leaped into the room and directly rushed towards Clara Smith, shouting to Brandon Piers, “Support Grandpa!”
As her voice fell, Brandon had already supported Old Mr. Smith. “Grandpa, Aunt will be fine.”
“Abigail, how is she?” Old Mr. Smith’s gaze still fixed on the person in the hospital bed, his whole body full of turmoil.
“Too emotional, fainted,” Abigail finished her checkup and replied, but her expression wasn’t relaxed.
“What else?” Church Smith looked at his granddaughter, knowing it wasn’t that simple.
As expected, Abigail glanced at her grandpa and then at the equally tense Daniel. “Needs imdiate surgery.”
“This…” Daniel had just pressed the call button; the doctor hadn’t arrived yet. Suddenly hearing this made him panic slightly. He looked at Abigail in a daze. “Is it dangerous?”
“You negotiate with the doctors. I’ll be the surgeon,” Abigail decisively gave the result within monts.
Daniel didn’t doubt Abigail’s decision at all and turned around to communicate with the doctors.
As Daniel left, Abigail looked at Church Smith. “Grandpa, don’t worry. I won’t let anything happen to her.”
Until now, Abigail had never called her mom, but deep inside, she didn’t reject Clara Smith.
“Yes, Grandpa believes in you.” Church Smith felt incredibly grateful at this mont that Abigail was a surgeon, and a top-tier one at that.
He once again realized how ridiculous his previous stubbornness had been.
He had always regarded the Smith family legacy as top priority, neglecting the wishes of his daughter and granddaughter.
And also that the world was changing; it was no longer his era.
“You sit down first.” Brandon helped Old Mr. Smith onto the sofa and poured a glass of warm water. “Grandpa, have so water. Abigail says Aunt won’t have any issues, and she won’t. What you need to do now is take care of yourself and not let Abigail be distracted.”
“I know, I know…” Old Mr. Smith quickly responded.
Ten minutes later, Daniel brought the doctor in. “Sis, it’s settled.”
Abigail nodded and looked at the doctor behind Daniel. “Hello, Doctor John, sorry to trouble you this ti.”
“You’re welco. I’ll assist the old gentleman in the surgery.” Doctor John, upon hearing Daniel’s request, thought the surgeon for his patient must be so top expert. When he ca in and saw a young girl, he nodded indifferently and then respectfully looked at Old Mr. Smith.
“Sorry, Doctor John, the one to operate on my mother is my sister,” Daniel explained hastily, seeing Doctor John misunderstood.
Doctor John didn’t fully understand and looked at Daniel, then at Abigail’s young face, querying in English. “Are you joking with ?”
“Concerning my mother’s life and death, I’m very serious,” Daniel emphasized.
But Doctor John was enraged. “Mr. Daniel, are you mocking ? How old is this lady? Has she even been in an operating room? How can you treat a patient’s life as a joke!”
“Doctor John, please calm down. My sister is an excellent surgeon. She has a ninety percent confidence in this surgery,” Daniel was very dissatisfied with John’s questioning of Abigail.
Abigail had expected this situation long ago, which was why she had Daniel deal with the hospital.
“Ninety percent?” The forty-sothing Doctor John, a typical European with a round nose, who usually seed gentle, now looked sharp as if he had heard a joke.
As a surgeon with twenty years of experience, he couldn’t guarantee Clara Smith’s surgery success rate over eighty percent. This young Asian girl, who looked under twenty, dared to say she had ninety percent confidence in the surgery. Absurd!
“If Mr. Daniel insists on having this lady as the lead surgeon, then I withdraw from the surgery.” Doctor John’s eyes showed arrogance. Before Abigail could respond, he had already made his decision.
“Doctor John…”
Daniel was anxious. John had always been his mother’s attending doctor. If he withdrew, wouldn’t the success rate of the surgery be affected? He instinctively wanted to chase but heard Abigail’s voice from behind. “Are there any other doctors?”
“Sis, he is mom’s attending doctor, familiar with her condition…”
“It doesn’t matter. I just need an assistant. Arrange quickly; she can’t wait,” Abigail interrupted Daniel. Since she had decided to take over the surgery, she had already thoroughly understood Clara Smith’s condition.
“Okay.” Perhaps watching Abigail’s every move since childhood, Daniel had a blind trust in her since knowing Abigail was actually Abigail Green.
Brandon, seeing this situation, called out to Alex.
Because of Doctor John’s attitude, many in the hospital were unwilling to participate in the surgery, fearing it would affect their reputation. Daniel was worried, considering using so thods when he saw the hospital’s director leading several surgical backbones into Clara Smith’s ward.
Daniel quickly followed and saw the director respectfully shake hands with Brandon and then ordered imdiate preparation for the operating room, leaving several surgical backbones to assist Abigail.
“This is…” Daniel was puzzled. Did his brother-in-law know this hospital’s director? The doctors in Durin were all good but too proud and principled. Even money couldn’t necessarily solve it. He himself wasn’t without connections, but facing John’s stubbornness was also frustrating.
Unfortunately, Brandon ignored him, his gaze fixed on Abigail arranging the surgery.
Brandon stared at Abigail fully imrsed in her role as a doctor, his amber eyes full of deep affection. His beloved shone when she worked.
Alex, witnessing all this, kindly explained to Daniel. “Our second young master acquired this hospital ten minutes ago.”
“What?” Daniel staggered, thinking he had misheard.
Alex didn’t intend to explain again, nonchalantly taking care of Old Mr. Smith.
Daniel stood still, suddenly feeling his previous talk of entrusting Midsumr to Abigail was like a joke. Though rich, Midsumr Trust was nothing compared to the Piers.
This was Durin’s top hospital!
Turns out, it wasn’t that money couldn’t solve it, but there wasn’t enough money thrown in.
Twenty minutes later, Clara Smith was pushed into the operating room.
Abigail, dressed in surgical attire, looked at the anesthetized Clara Smith and closed her eyes before opening them. “Let’s start.”
Despite experiencing rebirth, hypnosis, and explosions, her instincts as a doctor were unaffected. Instead, with enhanced senses, she had better spatial awareness and could detect patients’ conditions more accurately.
Soon, Abigail was fully absorbed in the surgery.
Doctor John, hearing that Abigail not only successfully entered the operating room but also had several doctors of his level assisting her, couldn’t help but sneer, “This is madness!”
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