NovelStartChapter 661
As Arielle recalled, the Wilhelms would bring her and Henry for medical checkups every year. The checkups, however, were always
only physical, never psychological.
It might be true that she, like Trisha, could have a little mental disability.
It seemed like it was about tshe consulted a psychologist.
Arielle’s deep-rooted frustration evaporated instantly after she convinced herself that she was suffering from a mental disorder.
Night was drawing in slowly.
A thick blanket of darkness covered the earth. While the stars and the moon hung high in the sky, Rocher Private Hospital was
illuminated as brightly as day.
In an emergency room.
“Adrenaline, stat!”
“Get more blood from the blood bank!”
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“Platelet count is dropping!”
“It's no use. We need Queenie here. You, page Dr. Mill right now.”
“Yes, Dr. Ziegler.”
The situation in the emergency room was disastrous.
Half an hour ago, Malorie unexpectedly fell unconscious and was rushed to the hospital's emergency room.
On top of being anxious, Henrick was unable to sit still. He paced back and forth in front of the emergency room entrance. Smoking
cigarettes as he paced, stick after stick, the ashes rained down and covered the floor.
At that precise moment, the emergency room's door opened.
A nurse rushed out from the emergency room.
Henrick rushed over and asked her, “How's my mom?”?
Henrick’s breath smelt strongly of cigarette smoke as he talked. The nurse tightened her mask and replied, “We're still trying to
save her. Just a reminder, sir. You can’t smoke in here.”
“Okay. Okay.” Henrick put out the cigarette in his hand. He begged, “You must save my Mom!”
The nurse nodded. “I'm going to page the greatest surgeon in the hospital right now. Don’t worry, we'll do everything we can to
save her.”
“Thank you, thank you.” Henrick continually nodded. He didn’t want to disturb the nurse's work.
Queenie was writing a thesis on a robotic pacemaker in
her office.
She wasn’t personally involved in the previous robotic pacemaker surgery. She could, however, write a thesis based on the
meticulously kept operative report. She might be able to advance her career in medicine as a result of the thesis.
Queenie carefully studied the operative report. According to the report, the surgical operator was the doctor from General Hospital.
However, Zachary mentioned that Arielle was the one who installed the robotic pacemaker.
Why didn’t Arielle sign her nif it was actually her? Likewise, how could she have performed surgery while still a student?
Zachary must have made a mistake. That idiot.
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Even though the surgery was not difficult, it did require a high level of experience and precision. Such skills could only be attained
by a highly experienced surgeon who was also well-versed in the costly robotic pacemaker.
The more assumptions Queenie made, the more certain she becin her judgment.
At that moment, Queenie’s office door was slammed open. A nurse frantically rushed into her room and yelled, “Dr. Mill, you need
to get to emergency room number one as quickly as possible. The elderly woman who needed the robotic pacemaker yesterday is
unconscious.”
“I'll go now.” Queenie shut off her laptop and quickly followed the nurse to the hospital's emergency room.
While walking, she asked, “Do we have the robotic pacemaker yet?”
“No. It would be great if we did. | think surgery is all you can do now.”
Queenie’s surgical history was perfect. She had never had a failed surgery. Therefore, she wasn’t pleased to learn that Malorie’s
procedure was incredibly risky. Not to mention that Malorie’s vitals were critical. The procedure’s success rate was reduced to only
three percent.
A three percent success rate might easily jeopardize her spotless surgical history.
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