The following morning at eight o’clock, Freya headed to Radley’s ward.
Now that Ethan knew her identity as Professor Harlan, he was no longer avoiding her. He had event
brought in several senior doctors to assist during the surgery.
As they entered the ward, Radley was already waiting quietly by the bedside. He knew Freya had
increased the treatment plan’s success rate to fifty-one percent.
Fifty-one percent was a number that left people feeling uncertain. It was a chance worth taking, but the
higher the stakes, the more nervous and uneasy everyone felt.
Rosie and Hannah were standing nearby, their hands trembling with nervousness. They knew that the
outcome of this surgery was critical, and failure could leave Radley disabled.
Freya glanced at Radley and took a deep breath. She had been mentally preparing herself since the
previous night, reminding herself to stay calm during the procedure. However, her hand trembled when
she laid eyes on him.
Rosie grew even more concerned when she noticed Freya’s anxious state. “Freya, are you alright?”
“Don’t worry, I’m fine,” Freya replied.
Radley was gently lifted onto the surgical table and wheeled to the operating room. As the door closed.
behind them, separating Rosie and Hannah from the inside, Freya couldn’t bear to see Rosie so
anxious and said, “Don’t worry, I’ll ensure his recovery.”
Later, Freya stood by the surgical table, dressed in surgical attire with her long black hair tucked under
a cap. She looked at Radley.
He smiled at her and reassured her, “It’s okay, don’t be nervous.”
“I’m not nervous,” she whispered.
Then, she observed the anesthesiologist administering anesthesia to Radley. She stood beside him
and said softly, “Just close your eyes and sleep.”
As his eyes slowly closed, her breathing grew heavier.
Meanwhile, Ethan, who was nearby, looked at her with concern and asked, “Miss Kaufmann, should I
step in for the surgery?”
“No, I’ve personally fine-tuned the treatment plan this time. There are intricate details during the that
are hard to convey quickly,” Freya explained. She turned to the surgical instruments cart, took a
moment to center herself, and put on her gloves with the nurse’s help. She picked up the surgical knife
and said in a low, determined voice, “Let’s begin.”
Radley sustained a severe leg injury in an explosion, causing significant damage to his bones and
nerves, making the surgery complex.
Ethan, serving as Freya’s assistant, stood nearby, sweating profusely. He realized he lacked the
confidence to manage such a demanding procedure without her direct participation. These intricate
procedures were both mentally and physically draining.
At that moment, she seamlessly switched between surgical instruments, carefully realigning bones,
reconnecting ligaments, and repairing damaged blood vessels and nerves. She was completely
focused, putting her heart and soul into the procedure.
As the procedure continued. Ethan’s physical stamina began to wane due to his age. Eventually, a
senior surgeon stepped ity to assist Freya
Time passed slowly as the nurses wiped away sweat, looking at Freya with admiration. The doctors in
the room, recovering from shock at her surgical precision, now regarded her with deep respect. They
understood that Professor Harlan was not just a renowned name, she embodied surgical expertise,
resilience, and endurance
Outside the operating room, day turned into night. Hannah and Rosie were on edge, nearly numb from
anxiety
Then, Connor brought them water, offering. “Madam, Miss, have some water.”
“No, thank you” Rosie’s voice quivered. “Freya has been in surgery for nearly ten hours. Is a typical
surgery supposed to last this long?” She had never heard of a surgery lasting so long and asked,
“Could Radley’s condition be that serious?”
Connor glanced at the operating room door, clenching his hands tightly. “I overheard Dr. Griffiths say
earlier that if Miss Kaufmann can’t heal Mr. Monaghan, no one else in the world can.”
Hannah looked up, tears welling in her eyes, her voice strained. “But the success rate is only fifty-one
percent”
In the worried expressions of the three, the operating room door remained closed, heightening Rosie’s
anxiety. “Could something have happened to Radley? Maybe the hospital hesitates to take
responsibility, so they’re stalling.”
Connor attempted to reassure her as she was on the verge of losing her composure. “Please, Madam,
try to stay calm. It’s not what it seems. Mr. Monaghan’s leg injury is severe, and Miss Kaufmann
requires more time for the surgery.”
At 2:10 a.m., Freya finally finished the last stitches of the surgery.
Ethan stood up with excitement in his eyes. “The surgery is finally over.”
Freya bit her lip, her complexion drained. Her eyes were weary, the extended concentration leaving her
with a sense of weightlessness. She gazed at the sutured skin, confirming the surgery’s completion. At
that moment of assurance, her focus seemed to freeze. She stood in front of Radley, surgical knife in
hand, for more than ten seconds until a nurse called her.
Is the surgery finished, Miss Kaufmann?”
“Yes,” Freya replied. She turned to place the surgical knife back on the tray but lost her grip. The knife
clattered to the ground as she collapsed. The sudden incident caught everyone off guard, leaving those
around her with no time to react. She fell onto the surgical cart, causing a clamor as tools scattered
across the floor.
Immediately, they rushed to her aid.
A nurse panicked and asked, “What’s wrong with Miss Kaufmann? Is she alright?”
Ethan approached and checked on Freya. “She’s fine. She’s just mentally exhausted.”
At last, the operating room door swing open
Rosie saw Radley wheeled out and immediately approached Ethan by the surgical bed. “Dr. Griffiths,
how Is Raley’s leg’
I than removed his mask, looking fatigued. “The surgery is done, but we’ll have to monitor the recovery
process
What do you mean Rosic inquired.
Ethan patiently explained. The surgery’s success rate is fifty-one percent, but that’s for the outcome
immediately post-surgery. If there’s subsequent recovery, we’ll consider it a success. However, if
there’s no improvement, then we can’t avoid the worst possible outcome.”
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