Chapter 142: Emergency Surgery and Family Confrontation

Chapter 142: Emergency Surgery and Family Confrontation

(Elena Blackwood’s POV)

My mind went blank for a moment as I stared at the patient’s exposed skull. The mechanical drill felt foreign in my trembling right hand.

Hugo’s voice came from above me, steady and reassuring. “Just cut as you normally would. You need to prove that you can do it.”

I pressed my lips together and forced my breathing to steady. The familiar weight of responsibility settled over me like a cloak.

My hands moved with practiced precision as I used the mechanical drill to under the careful pressure.

YER, & CUR İough the brain tissue with my scalpel

Pen the skull. The bone gave way

Layer by layer, I cut through the brain tissue with my scalpel. Each move

despite the tremor in my injured hand.

was deliberate and controlled

The blood clot came into view, dark and threatening. I worked methodically to clear it, my focus absolute.

Hugo watched the bloody scene before him, his face growing paler by the minute. I could sense his struggle even without looking up.

His entire body trembled as he fought against his severe mysophobia. The smell of blood filled the surgical

chamber like a metallic fog.

But he remained at my side, his presence unwavering despite the obvious distress it caused him.

A pack nurse noticed his condition and approached quietly. “Professor Ashworth, do you need to rest?

Someone else could take over.”

Hugo maintained his composure with visible effort. His knuckles were white as he gripped the surgical tray.

“I’m fine,” he said firmly, handing me the next instrument without hesitation.

I remained completely focused throughout the procedure. Every fiber of my being concentrated on saving this

patient’s life.

I couldn’t afford to be distracted for even a moment. One wrong move could mean death.

Outside the surgical chamber, Clara Parker’s hysterical crying echoed through the corridor. Her sobs were

raw and desperate.

Jane and another nurse constantly tried to comfort her, but she was inconsolable.

“I just can’t understand how my mate suddenly had a brain hemorrhage when he was perfectly fine!” Clara

wailed.

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Her voice cracked with anguish/“Our good days haven’t even started yet! If you collapse, what will I do?”

The sound of her grief penetrated even the sealed surgical chamber. It reminded me why I had to succeed.

My back ached from

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finished suturing the wound with careful precision. Each stitch had to

signs stabilized on the monitors. The steady beeping was the most beautiful sound in the

chamber breathed a collective sigh of relief. We had

was Hugo’s endurance. A werewolf with severe mysophobia had endured four hours of bloody

a my

at

his feet. His

collapsed toward me without warning. I quickly caught him as his weight

“Professor Ashworth!” someone shouted.

voice called

(God’s POV)

in the recovery room. The steady rhythm of the heart monitor

rushed toward the hospital room.

Theodore Blackwood appeared outside the door,

concern.

they entered, Dr. Edmond stood up respectfully. “Mr.

voice was tight with anxiety. “How did our son faint? What

surgery while forcing

widened in shock. She knew her

breathed. “He has panic attacks at the sight of blood. He’s avoided it for years.” Theodore’s expression darkened as he processed this information. His son had risked his mental

surgery.

possibly perform surgery?” Evelyn continued, her voice

was because of Elena. She needed assistance with

frown deepened at

healer and the only student of

explained.

face hardened at this revelation. He knew his father had devoted

hadn’t inherited that talent, his son Hugo had shown promise.

with nightmares and severe reactions to blood–like liquids. Because of

up training

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had taken on a student at the medical academy. Someone who could

(Elena Blackwood’s POV)

the surgery patient to see how Hugo was recovering. The

quiet.

of Hugo’s room when I approached. His expression

whispered urgently. “There’s a tense atmosphere inside.

figures by Hugo’s bedside. The woman’s silhouette was

curvaceous.

her fifties, she maintained a figure like a she–wolf in her

warning. “If Hugo’s parents start arguing, innocent bystanders

grew more serious. “Especially since you’re Marcus’s mate.

could inquire further about this family tension, a pack

Elena,” she said breathlessly. “The

trouble in the intensive

heart sank. “What

refusing to stay in the intensive ward and

patient just underwent surgery.

to reason,” the nurse

exchanged glances before heading to the

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the middle of a heated argument with the head nurse. Her voice

the entire floor.

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money!” Clara shouted. “Healing equipment

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