Pampered By The Ruthless Underground Boss - Chapter 477

Chapter 477:

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On hearing this, Conroy called the security. “Quick, remove Khloe from the operating room!”

As the security guards moved to enter the operating room, Richard positioned himself firmly in the doorway.

“Anyone attempting to enter will be opposing the entire country of Ouiswell!” he said in a stern and unwavering voice.

Conroy was taken aback and retorted, “Mr. Smith, what are you doing? Remember your purpose here?”

Richard shot Conroy a cold look. “I haven’t forgotten my reasons for being here. However, I insist that Khloe be allowed to finish this surgery. Are you suggesting that Magician’s student might lose to Khloe?” he retorted sharply.

Conroy froze instantly. Richard’s words implied skepticism about Artist’s identity. If Conroy pushed to remove Khloe now, it would seem to Richard that he and Artist were lying about Artist being Magician’s student.

“Very well…” Conroy reluctantly agreed, to avoid further suspicion and resistance from Richard.

He signaled the security guards to back off and allowed Khloe to proceed with the operation.

Richard observed through the monitor as Khloe switched surgical instruments, ready to begin the delicate tumor removal.

The moment Khloe made her first incision, Richard was astounded by her precision.

Watching Khloe’s meticulous technique, which resulted in minimal bleeding and provided a clear surgical field, Richard felt as if he was seeing something revolutionary.

Could such extraordinary surgical skill really belong to someone of her age?

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Richard, a seasoned surgeon of thirty years, had seen many talented individuals and innovations in surgery, but Khloe’s method was unlike anything he had encountered. Her technique minimized bleeding exceptionally well. The primary challenge in tumor surgery is its tendency to integrate closely with healthy tissue and blood vessels, drawing vital blood.

Khloe started the operation without causing significant bleeding, showcasing her deep understanding of tumor biology. How had she so quickly discerned the specifics of Tom’s condition?

Outside the operating room, the audience watching the surgery via live feed was utterly dumbfounded, their expressions a mix of shock and awe.

The high-definition screen revealed a striking image of the tumor, a complex mass of white, yellow, and red tissue, obscuring the heart and lung blood vessels, with only the pulsating tumor tissue visible. Yet, there was no bleeding.

“Did Khloe somehow install MRI equipment directly into Tom’s tumor?” someone joked in disbelief.

“Administer potassium chloride based on his body weight,” Khloe commanded. The assistant promptly followed her instructions.

Khloe proceeded with the surgical excision smoothly, quickly removing half of the tumor. As she prepared to excise the remaining portion, the assistant surgeon, drenched in sweat, turned to Khloe with concern and said, “We can’t find the patient’s lung!”

The previously silent Artist looked over and sneered, “The tumor’s size has likely compressed the patient’s right lung into the tumor mass. A slight error now could lead you to mistakenly remove the right lung, resulting in the patient’s immediate death! If you’re unsure, step aside and let a more experienced hand take over. Otherwise, if your recklessness leads to the patient’s death, prepare for a lawsuit.”

Her words clearly showed she was taking pleasure in the situation, but they weren’t entirely untrue. In this situation, locating the right lung was indeed akin to finding a needle in a haystack.

Observing from the sidelines, Richard’s anxiety for Khloe grew. Artist’s assured tone made him question whether allowing Khloe to continue was the right decision.

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