Pampered By The Ruthless Underground Boss - Chapter 467

Chapter 467:

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Selena couldn’t wrap her head around it. In a fit of disbelief, she grabbed a staff member by the arm and demanded, “Where’s the video of Khloe’s surgery? Show it to me right now!”

The staff member reacted quickly and started playing the video. The large screen lit up again, displaying an impressive sequence of Khloe’s surgical procedure. It began with her flawless intubation, followed by a heart surgery that showcased the skill of a seasoned surgeon, and concluded with the breathtaking moment when she introduced innovative suturing techniques, each moment flowing seamlessly into the next.

Even though the footage had already been shown, the audience was once again entranced by the scenes unfolding before them, their admiration for Khloe’s unparalleled skills growing with each passing moment.

As they watched, Selena’s and Sloane’s expressions stiffened. Their faces turned from flushed to pale with disbelief. They were glued to the screen, unable to grasp how Khloe could have pulled off such a perfect and challenging surgery.

When they saw that the surgery was completed in just one hour, Selena’s lips quivered as if she wanted to speak, but the words failed her. The mocking remarks she had made about Khloe echoed in her mind, and she realized with a sinking feeling that she had humiliated herself.

How could Khloe have done this? Was the difference in their abilities really so immense?

In that moment, Selena was transported back to the pharmaceutical competition in Ouiswell three years ago, where Khloe had completely outclassed her. The pride and arrogance she once carried evaporated, leaving only the sting of defeat and a deep sense of hopelessness.

While Selena was consumed by despair, Sloane clenched her teeth and declared, “I need to see Khloe’s surgical records. Speed isn’t everything in surgery. The outcomes, the performance indexes—they are what matter most. I demand a comparison of our results with hers.”

Sloane’s words caught the attention of the crowd around her. Some looked on in disdain, muttering, “What is Sloane even fighting for? The speed of Khloe’s surgery, not to mention her two groundbreaking techniques—doesn’t Sloane see that? Khloe has completely outshone her!”

“But Sloane does have a point. After all, speed is just one part of the equation; the quality of the surgery itself is just as important.”

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These words sparked a ray of hope in Selena. The surgical indexes would determine the patient’s outcome. What if Khloe’s results weren’t as good as hers? In that case, speed wouldn’t matter one bit.

Acting on Sloane’s request, the staff member retrieved the detailed surgical records and displayed the pertinent data on the large screen for all to see. “60 ahead! Display the comparison of the indexes,” Selena commanded. Since she was one of Conroy’s prominent guests, the staff member followed her instruction.

Richard let out a sigh, knowing there was no stopping Selena from making this request. He was aware that Selena was both proud and stubborn, unwilling to back down until she had seen the indexes for herself.

However, Richard was already certain of the result—Khloe’s abilities far outshone Selena’s.

The surgical indexes soon appeared on the screen.

All eyes were drawn to the screen, where Khloe’s surgical indexes were displayed. They showed near perfection: minimal blood loss, insignificant damage to surrounding tissues, and post-surgery predictions indicating a smooth recovery for the patient.

In contrast, although Sloane and Selena had completed their surgeries, their results were clearly lacking compared to Khloe’s, with greater blood loss, more tissue damage, and poorer post-operative recovery prospects.

The data left no room for doubt. The surgical outcomes of Selena and Sloane paled in comparison to Khloe’s. They had been thoroughly defeated, and it was a humiliating loss.

Sloane and Selena had no defense against Khloe’s superior performance. Their faces turned ashen, their spirits crushed, and they were utterly demoralized. Just then, Khloe rose from her seat with ease and fixed her gaze on Richard. “Mr. Smith, it seems I’m the only one who won this round. May I ask you some questions?”

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