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.

eternity. My

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wound with careful

the monitors. The steady beeping was the most beautiful

the chamber breathed a collective sigh of relief. We

A werewolf with severe mysophobia had endured

a my

at him, about to

his feet. His face was completely

without warning. I quickly caught

“Professor Ashworth!” someone shouted.

Ashworth!” another voice called out in

(God’s POV)

in the recovery room. The

in the corridor as Hugo’s parents rushed toward the hospital room. Their faces were etched with worry

Blackwood appeared outside the door, their expressions tense with

concern.

soon as they entered, Dr. Edmond stood up respectfully. “Mr. and

anxiety. “How

“Hugo performed surgery while forcing himself to endure

in shock. She knew her son’s condition better than

panic attacks at the sight of blood. He’s avoided it for years.” Theodore’s expression darkened as

surgery.

possibly perform surgery?” Evelyn continued, her voice rising with

Edmond cleared his throat. “It was because of Elena.

frown deepened at the

chief healer and the only student of

explained.

revelation. He knew his father had

that talent, his son Hugo had shown promise. But a traumatic incident years ago had nearly cost

had been left with nightmares and severe reactions to blood–like

up

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Someone who could fulfill the legacy he couldn’t pass

(Elena Blackwood’s POV)

from checking on the surgery patient to see how Hugo was recovering.

quiet.

Edmond was sneaking out of Hugo’s room

he whispered urgently. “There’s a tense atmosphere inside. His parents are

the window, I could see two figures by Hugo’s bedside. The woman’s silhouette was still graceful

curvaceous.

her fifties, she maintained a figure like

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

serious. “Especially since you’re Marcus’s

this

said breathlessly.

in the intensive healing

heart sank. “What kind

in the intensive ward and

just underwent surgery.

family won’t listen to reason,”

exchanged glances before heading

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the middle of a heated argument with the head nurse.

the entire floor.

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Clara

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