Chapter 121: Surgical Prowess and Hidden Jealousy
Chapter 121: Surgical Prowess and Hidden Jealousy
(God’s POV)
Elena and her surgical team were fully focused on performing the carotid endarterectomy for Mr. Hunter in the operating theater. She made the incision swiftly, cutting the skin along the anterior border of the
sternocleidomastoid muscle.
She separated the subcutaneous tissue layer by layer to expose the carotid bifurcation. She didn’t even need additional instruments to expose the subcutaneous tissue, managing to longitudinally incise the vessel wall without damaging the vagus nerve, hypoglossal nerve, or the superior thyroid artery.
Under the microscope enhanced with moonlight herb–infused solutions for werewolf physiology, she thoroughly dissected the plaque and intimal tissue. The team members, working with her for the first time,
were equally astonished by her “blind knife” technique.
Even the senior healers in the institute with over a decade of surgical experience wouldn’t dare to make such a decisive cut.
“Pay attention to blood pressure control,” Elena said without looking up.
The nurse and anesthesiologist beside her stared at the monitors, not daring to lose focus for a second. They feared that a fluctuation in blood pressure would lead to complications in werewolf patients.
The entire procedure took only three hours, half an hour shorter than planned. After Elena sutured the vascular incision with moonlight herb–treated sutures, she immediately released the temporary clamps on
the common carotid, internal carotid, and superior thyroid arteries.
Ensuring the blood flow was smooth and without any abnormalities, the surgery was finally a
Outside the operating theater, Mrs. Hunter paced anxiously in the family waiting area. When t turned green, a nurse emerged with good news.
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“How is it?” Mrs. Hunter and her son rushed forward.
The nurse smiled and replied, “The surgery was successful, but there will be some post–operative
complications typical for werewolf patients. He’ll need to be observed in the ICU for three days with
moonlight herb treatments before being transferred to a regular ward.”
Relieved, Mrs. Hunter said, “As long as the surgery was a success, that’s all that matters.”
Just as Elena walked out of the operating theater and Mrs. Hunter was about to thank her, Lisa Hunter,
standing not far away, glanced at Elena and guiltily looked away. At that exact moment, Hugo Ashworth
arrived with two pack security officers, walking straight towards them.
Before Elena could react, an officer asked, “Excuse me, who is Lisa Hunter?”
Lisa’s face turned pale. Her mother, Mrs. Hunter, interjected, “That’s my daughter. Officer, my daughter hasn’t done anything wrong! What happened?”
The officer explained, “Ma’am, Lisa Hunter is suspected of spreading malicious rumors online, defaming another pack member’s character, and illegally publishing a healer’s photo without permission, causing
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damage to the reputation of medical staff. She needs to come with us for questioning.”
Stunned, Mrs. Hunter turned to her daughter, “What rumors did you spread?”
“I… I didn’t!” Lisa tried to deny it, but Hugo presented the evidence on his phone. “This is your social media account, right? The real name verification on it, isn’t that you?”
Lisa’s face went white. Her mother, utterly embarrassed and furious, snapped, “Lisa Hunter, are you crazy!
Your father is in the healing institute, and you’re causing this kind of trouble, deliberately embarrassing our
family!”
She raised her hand to strike her, but the security officers stopped her. With her head bowed, Lisa left with
the officers without another word.
Her mother, caring only about her family’s reputation within the pack, apologized to the others. “I’m sorry you
had to see that. My daughter is in her rebellious phase, she won’t listen to pack elders. It’s good to let the
authorities teach her a lesson.”
(Elena Blackwood’s POV)
Watching this, I felt a mix of emotions, suddenly reminded of my own past struggles with pack gossip. A
nurse then showed me the trending topic on the pack’s online forum, and I finally understood that I was the
“medical staff” Hugo had mentioned.
After the Hunter family left with the patient, I looked at Amber. “Marcus sent you?”
Amber confirmed, “Alpha Marcus saw that you were being slandered online and was worried you’d be
targeted by pack politics, so he sent me to handle it.”
I let out a derisive laugh, completely unfazed. “When I was slandered in the past, I never saw him being so
proactive.”
Amber looked uncomfortable.
“She’s just a young pack member,” I added dismissively, “Tell Alpha Marcus there’s no need to ke such a
big deal. A little lesson is enough.”
As I was about to leave, Amber asked, “Alpha Marcus asked me to ask you what you would like to eat
tonight?”
My steps faltered for a second, but my expression remained unchanged. “Takeout.”
(Marcus Blackwood’s POV)
Hours ago, I had already had the trending topic removed from the pack’s online forum and the rumors
clarified through official channels. I received Hugo’s message and had been ready to reserve a table at the finest restaurant in Moonhaven.
But the single word “Takeout” stung me deeply.
I knew our current living arrangement was a temporary “compromise,” and I had been trying to make amends for my past mistakes. But throughout these days, she remained like a wounded wolf, defensive no matter
what I did.
I couldn’t blame her. I knew I deserved her coldness.
Just then, I received a photo message from an unknown number. It was a picture taken in the healing
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institute corridor of Hugo Ashworth and Elena.
Hugo was leaning slightly towards her, and from that angle, the two of them in their white healer coats, looking at each other, appeared perfectly matched–like a destined pair.
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My face instantly darkened, my wolf stirring restlessly within me. I had never taken Nathan Sterling seriously as a threat, but now, for the first time, I found the sight of another werewolf standing beside my mate to be incredibly jarring and possessive rage began to build.
(Elena Blackwood’s POV)
Later that evening, I went back to my apartment at Silverbrook Residences to get some medical textbooks, preparing for a presentation as Professor Theodore Ashworth’s international medical team was due to arrive
in the Northern Territory soon.
As I was leaving the building, I ran into Hugo Ashworth, who was returning with takeout food bags.
Seeing them, I was surprised. “Professor Ashworth eats takeout too?”
Wasn’t he from a prestigious Alpha family with household staff?
He replied with a straight face, “If I don’t eat takeout, will you cook for me?”
I was taken aback by his directness. “Is Professor Ashworth joking?”
He seemed perfectly serious. “You asked, I answered. How is that a joke?”
His phone rang with an incoming call. He glanced at the screen, didn’t answer, and put it away.
Assuming he was busy, I smiled politely and said my goodbyes.
When I returned to Moonhaven Estate, I saw Amber Stone in the main living room. Just as Amber seemed about to warn me of something, Marcus appeared at the study doorway, tension radiating from his verful
frame.
He looked at me, his jaw clenched, the scent of his Alpha authority filling the space. “You went back to
Silverbrook?”
His voice was controlled but cold.
I met his intense gaze steadily. “I went back to get something. What’s wrong?”
He remained silent, his muscles coiled tight as his dark, penetrating gaze fixed on me. I sensed the dangerous undercurrent and looked back for Amber, only to find she had quietly disappeared.
I subconsciously stepped back, a move that visibly stung his pride as his wolf reacted to my retreat. His entire silhouette was cast in shadow, revealing the depth of his inner turmoil.
“Elena, you tell me, what exactly do you want me to do?”
I stopped, clenching my fists as my own wolf stirred defensively. “You don’t have to do anything. There’s no
going back for us.”
After speaking, I took a deep breath and walked past him, their wolves recognizing each other despite the emotional distance. Perhaps it was my imagination, but as our figures crossed in the interplay of light and shadow, I saw his most desolate and vulnerable expression, as if he would completely shatter in the next
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I bit my lower lip, quickly averting my gaze. Could an Alpha like him truly feel heartache?
A pity, this small taste of pain wasn’t nearly enough for what he had put me through!
After I disappeared upstairs, I heard Marcus’s wolf howling with unresolved pain.
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