Chapter 72: Chapter 72
Chapter 72: Chapter 72
(Elena’s POV)
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Before Director Henry Baker could answer, Sophia Rivers looked at me with a face full of disdain. “Deputy Minister Harrison is right. Director, Mrs. Harrison is suffering from meningioma. Even experienced brain surgeons are not sure they can do this surgery. Healer Elena has only been in the industry for three years. Can she be more experienced than Dr. Barton Mitchell, who has been performing surgeries for ten years?”
Deputy Minister Harrison’s expression turned sour, his eyes narrowing as he studied me with obvious distrust. “Three years? You want me to entrust my wife’s life to someone with only three years of experience?”
His voice rose with each word, filling the Medical Conference Chamber with tension. “This is unacceptable. If the institute cannot provide a more experienced surgeon, I’ll seek treatment elsewhere.”
Sophia’s lips curved into a satisfied smile, clearly reveling in the situation.
Director Henry Baker stepped forward, his voice defensive. “Deputy Minister, Elena’s abilities far exceed her years of experience. She has handled cases that-”
“I don’t care about potential,” Deputy Minister Harrison cut him off sharply. “I care about proven results. My
wife’s life is not an experiment.
The other neurological specialists exchanged uncomfortable glances. The atmosphere in the room grew
increasingly hostile.
As Deputy Minister Harrison prepared to leave, I stepped forward. “May I review Mrs. Harrison’s MRV images?
Deputy Minister Harrison paused, his hand on the door handle. After a moment of hesitation, he turned back
to his assistant.
“Show her the images,” he instructed curtly.
The assistant quickly pulled up the brain scans on the large monitor. I studied the images carefully, noting
the tumor’s location in the motor area and its dangerous proximity to critical blood vessels.
The surgical risks were significant. One wrong move could result in permanent paralysis or death.
Sophia seized the opportunity to attack. “So, Healer Elena, are you still determined to take on this surgery?
Can you handle the responsibility if it fails?”
Her voice dripped with sarcasm, clearly hoping to see me back down in front of everyone.
I turned to face the room, my voice steady and confident. 1 can perform this surgery”
Gasps echoed through the chamber. Even Dr. Barton Mitchell looked surprised by my certainty.
“My three years of experience include extensive practical work and thorough understanding of brain structure,” I continued. “This surgery, while challenging, is within my capabilities.”
Sophia scoffed loudly. “Confidence doesn’t equal competence, Elena.”
I met her gaze directly. “My clinical experience speaks for itself. I’ve successfully treated cases that others
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deemed impossible”
The room fell silent as I turned back to the brain scans. Traditional brain tumor surgery uses retractors that
damage healthy tissue. My proposed method utilizes natural gaps, minimizing brain function damage despite increased difficulty
Director Henry Baker nodded approvingly. “Elena’s innovative approach has proven successful in
I raised my hand, interrupting him “If Deputy Minister Harrison feels more comfortable, Dr. Barton Mitchell can lead the surgery. I’ll quide him through my technique”
Dr. Barton Mitchell’s eyes widened. “Elena, I appreciate your confidence in me, but this level of complexity.
“Your ten years of experience combined with my guidance will ensure success, Fassured him. “Trust in your
abilities, Doctor
Deputy Minister Harrison studied my face intently, searching for any sign of doubt or hesitation. After what felt like an eternity, he spoke.
“Very well. I’ll trust your judgment, Healer Elena. His voice carried a warning edge. “But understand the
consequences if this surgery fails.”
Deputy Minister Harrison and his assistant departed, leaving the conference room in tense silence. As I
gathered my materials, I noticed Marcus Blackwood speaking with the assistant in the corridor
Sophia approached Marcus, but his gaze moved past her, focusing directly on me. I coldly ignored his
presence, turning my attention to Dr. Barton Mitchell.
“Doctor, we need to discuss the surgical approach in detail,” I said, my voice professional.
Dr. Barton Mitchell nodded, though concern flickered in his eyes. “Elena, I must admit, I’m nervous about
tomorrow.”
“Your experience is invaluable, I reassured him. “I have complete confidence in your abilities.”
(Sophia’s POV)
Elena and Dr. Barton Mitchell walked away, deep in conversation about the upcoming surgery. I watched them leave, my hands clenched into fists.
Marcus asked the assistant, “Who will perform the surgery tomorrow?”
The assistant looked surprised. “That young healer will tak
about her capabilities.”
on such a difficult case. I have serious doubts
Marcus’s response was simple and direct. “If she says she can do it, then she can do it”
The assistant stared at Marcus in astonishment, clearly shocked by his unwavering confidence in Elena.
I overheard this entire conversation, and jealousy consumed me like wildfire. How could Marcus have such faith in Elena while dismissing my concerns?
My hatred for Elena intensified with each passing moment. I would make sure she failed tomorrow.
(Elena’s POV)
Back in Elena’s Healing Chamber, I convened a meeting with Dr. Barton Mitchell, the Medical Apprentice, and
the entire surgical team. I had spent hours developing numerous contingency plans for the surgery.
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Traditional methods of tumor location exposure won’t work here, I explained, pointing to the brain scans. “The tumor’s position makes it nearly impossible to determine exact location using standard techniques”
I activated my presentation, displaying a three dimensional concept of the tumor’s location. The team members gasped in amazement.
“How did you create this three dimensional image from a two dimensional scan?” Dr. Barton Mitchell asked,
his voice filled with admiration.
“Years of research on brain tumor patients,” I replied simply. “Pattern recognition and spatial visualization”
The Medical Apprentice leaned forward, studying the detailed projection. This level of precision is
incredible.”
After finalizing the surgical plan, I dismissed the meeting. The tearn filed out, leaving me alone to organize
my notes.
Marcus appeared in the doorway, his presence filling the quiet chamber. As I gathered my belongings, a
folder slipped from my grasp and landed near his feet.
Marcus chuckled softly, breaking the tense silence. I reluctantly bent down to retrieve the folder.
“A successful surgery would certainly benefit your career,” he remarked, his tone carrying hidden implications.
I straightened, meeting his gaze. “Are you suggesting you don’t want me to succeed?”
Marcus’s golden eyes studied my face. “Why do you insist on speaking to me this way?”
“What would you prefer?” I shot back. “Should I blindly obey you like before? Continue accepting your cold
treatment?”
“There were reasons for what happened in the past,” Marcus said quietly.
I laughed bitterly. “I know the reasons. You blame me for driving Sophia away with your grandmother’s help. I
did it on purpose.”
Marcus’s eyes narrowed, conflict flickering across his features. “Are you still making a fuss about Sophia?”
“I’m not making a fuss,” I replied incredulously. “Just sign the bond severance agreement when you have
time.”
As I turned to leave, Marcus grabbed my arm and pulled me into his embrace. I struggled against his hold,
my heart racing.
“Have you asked Grandmother about the bond severance?”
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