Regret Novel 147

A flicker of surprise passed across the secretary’s face. If anyone else had said that, he wouldn’t have believed a word of it.

But this was Evander. In The Capital, his words carried absolute authority. If he was convinced that the other party was truly capable, then it had to be true.

While the secretary made small talk with Evander, Tricia sat quietly off to the side, unable to find an opening to join in.

Evander’s words, so confident in Charlotte’s abilities, rang in her ears.

The jealousy burned inside her.

He was so certain Charlotte’s surgery would succeed, wasn’t he?

Well, Tricia was determined to see her fail.

Back in her office, Charlotte called a meeting with Dr. Sinclair, her assistant physicians, and the entire surgical team.

She had already prepared no fewer than ten contingency plans for the operation. In the realm of neurosurgery, a tiny miscalculation could have disastrous consequences. The precisión required was as high as it got in surgery.

“Dr. Sterling, if we don’t use the traditional approach to expose the tumor, it’ll be nearly impossible to pinpoint its location,” her assistant said, pen poised over his notepad in frustration. “And relying on just a two–dimensional MRI scan to locate it? If we make even a slight mistake with our incision, we might never find the

tumor.”

The worry was written on everyone’s faces.

tumor resection without traditional techniques was like stumbling around in the dark for a landmine. Even for the most experienced

on the projector. “I sketched out a rough 3D model just

screen, and a wave

3D model yourself?” someone asked,

You reconstructed the

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just a

the chief holds you in such

result of years studying each of my patients‘ unique surgical cases. When I got Mrs. Rivers‘ MRI, I already had a clear sense of

people looked

some kind of photographic memory? Genius–level

department head in just three

the plan for tomorrow’s surgery was finalized, Charlotte dismissed the meeting. As

approached her in the silence of the empty conference

the files scattered across the table, but there were too many. A folder slipped from her grasp. Reflexively, she tried to catch it with her foot, but moved too fast and ended up kicking it across the

landed right

quiet chuckle escaped

teeth and forced herself to walk over and pick

the reputation. If tomorrow’s surgery succeeds,

are you warning me? Or are you hoping the

flickering in his eyes. “Must you always talk to me

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