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Samuel Thompson had also returned outside the Operating Room.
“Where’s Viola?” Mary Perryne and Sawyer Thompson imdiately asked.
Samuel replied, “She said she will be here soon.”
“Have you found her?”
To avoid worrying his parents, Samuel Thompson only nodded and said, “Yes.
Hearing that Viola was okay, both Sawyer Thompson and Mary Perryne breathed a sigh of relief.
anwhile, inside the Operating Room.
The surgery continued.
The atmosphere remained extrely tense.
At that mont, a panic-stricken voice rang out, “Miss Thompson, the patient’s heart has stopped suddenly!’
Cardiac arrest!
Upon hearing this, even the doctors surrounding the operating table couldn’t hide their surprise.
They knew it was inevitable as Mrs. Thompson’s heart rate had been declining, a cardiac arrest was only a matter of ti.
However, Viola Thompson remained calm, “Hemostatic forceps.” The nurse beside her was stunned.
If the heart had stopped, what use were the hemostatic forceps?
Viola simply repeated, “Hemostatic forceps.”
The nurse finally snapped out of it and handed over the forceps.
Viola then said, “Prepare for a blood transfusion.”
“Number four suture thread.’
“Doctor Lee, get ready.”
Even though her tone was indifferent, her words carried an unyielding determination.
Everyone else in the room, although unsure why she was attempting this apparently futile procedure, still followed her instructions.
Doctor Bruce watched, his forehead slightly furrowed.
Was she unable to accept Mrs. Thompson’s death and behaving erratically as a result?
Doctor Bruce approached Viola Thompson and chose his words carefully, “Miss Thompson, every surgery carries a risk of failure. No one is perfect, you shouldn’t bla yourself. After all, once soone dies, they can’t….” But before he could finish, there was a sharp noise in the air.
Doctor Bruce was stunned yet again. That was…
The sound of the heart rate monitor.
But hadn’t Mrs. Thompson’s heart stopped suddenly?
Doctor Bruce’s eyes were full of disbelief.
So were the others, but they quickly snapped back to reality. “My God! The patient’s heart rate is back to normal!”
“The patient is breathing autonomously!’
“Blood pressure is normal!”
Viola Thompson’s expression remained neutral throughout.
After a mont, she put down the suture thread, “Surgery is complete.”
Four simple words landed with impactful resonance.
Doctor Bruce was rendered practically speechless.
Was this…?
Was he dreaming?
“Miss Thompson is amazing!’
“This is real ‘bringing the dead back to life’ in the dical field!” Doctor Bruce’s perception of Viola changed from shock to admiration.
That’s right.
Admiration.
He underestimated this girl from the very beginning.
The most remarkable thing about her was her composure. Regardless of the setbacks and lack of faith from others, she did not seem angry or flustered, nor did she show conceit after successfully treating Mrs. Thompson using her superior dical skills.
What is the mark of a real professional?
This is it!
Click!
The lights in the operating room switched off.
The hearts of the Thompson Family mbers waiting outside tightened.
Generally, this sign could an only two outcos.
One, the surgery was successful.
Two, the surgery failed.
Seeing the lights shutting off, Sylvia Thompson subtly raised an eyebrow.
It was two in the afternoon.
She had to rember the death anniversary of the old lady forever.
As the Operating Room doors opened, the Thompson Family remained standing there, hesitant to approach.
They were afraid of hearing the news they least wanted to hear.
After a mont, with newfound courage, Sawyer Thompson, as the eldest son, stepped forward, “Doctor Bruce, is my mother…?”
Doctor Bruce, smiling, said, “Congratulations, Mr. Thompson. Mrs. Thompson’s surgery was very successful. She has been sent back to the ward for rest.’
“Really?” Sawyer Thompson exclaid joyously.
He thought he was prepared for the worst. He did not anticipate such a pleasant surprise from fate.
Doctor Bruce nodded.
Hearing his response, everyone else was overjoyed.
Mary Perryne, Elena Williams, and Penny Kalafatis, in particular, couldn’t help but cheer out loud.
Sylvia Thompson, however, stood in place. Although her face wore a smile, her mind was in turmoil.
How could this be?
The old woman hadn’t died?
Indeed, evil lives on forever.
Sylvia Thompson was dissatisfied.
At that mont, Sylvia caught a glimpse of a figure. She squinted slightly and quickly said, “Sister, you’re back! That’s great; grandmother is also alright!” Despite having just completed a surgery, there was no signs of fatigue in Viola Thompson’s eyes as she walked towards them.
“As long as grandmother is okay.”
Sylvia Thompson replied with a smile, “l knew it. You’re our family’s lucky star. As soon as you return, everything is fine with grandma..”
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