Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez by Selina Gorges

Harold looked seriously at Lucas and paused. His voice was hoarse, saying, “Lucas, Mr. Chambers is in grave danger. I’ve performed the initial surgery on him, and he will soon be ready for transfer to the ICU. However, the blood clot in his brain is in a critical spot, and with my skills, I can’t operate on it. Within the next twenty-four hours, you need to find a leading neurologist to perform the surgery on Mr. Chambers, or else…

The rest of the message went unsaid, but Lucas understood what Harold meant.

Lucas was in a state of panic. He anxiously asked, “Dr. Anderson everyone in Seacrity knows you’re our top neurologist. If even you can’t do this surgery, who else can I find at this time?”

Harold sighed. He said, “I have no other options. The only way is to quickly contact top neurologists from both home and abroad, and have them fly to Seacrity immediately to operate on Mr. Chambers.”

Lucas was completely at a loss at that moment. Dr. Anderson is asking me to contact a top neurologist now. Where am I supposed to find one at this hour? Isn’t this just making me watch as Mr. Chambers is on the brink?’ Lucas thought.

Just as Lucas was extremely worried and drenched in sweat, hurried footsteps echoed through the hospital corridor.

Lucas turned around. Harold also looked toward the far end of the corridor.

A group of doctors in white coats and a few nurses were approaching.

The leader wore black clothes, like a king of the night. His stance was tall and composed, exuding an icy and intimidating aura that warned others to stay away.

Harold was startled. He quickly recognized the man slightly behind the leader, none other than their old dean, Tristant

Sloan.

“Tristan has gone to Betrico for a meeting, why is he back at the hospital now? Harold wondered.

Lucas was stunned for a few seconds, then became overjoyed. The image of Jeremiah at the police station was deeply imprinted in his mind.

Harold hurried towards Tristan, while Lucas eagerly rushed toward the man in the center,

first, asking. “Mr. Sloan, why are

next to him, his expression was

of the medical conference and rushed back to

in front of Jeremiah. His eyes were filled with

butler. Are you here for Mr. Chambers? What

slightly. His eyes

the anxious. Lucas, Jeremiah said, “Yeah, she’s

bit disappointed to hear that Yvette hadn’t arrived yet, but seeing Jeremiah lead a team of

and noticing Tristan’s respectful attitude, Harold realized they knew each

the situation is pretty serious. When Zachary was brought in, his heart and lung functions were critically damaged. There’s a blood clot in a

“We must find a top-level brain surgeon within 24 hours to perform brain surgery on him, otherwise, his life is in danger. There’s only one such expert available right now, Quentin Xander, the head of neurosurgery

thought, “How is this considered having a chance at

attending an international medical conference that happens every three years. When he comes back, he’s likely to be promoted to vice president, which is a significant boost for his career. Why would he rush to Seacrity for someone he’s not connected with? Even thinking with

thought for a moment and then spoke to Jeremiah, “Mr. Chavez, this might be

hallway, his

he took his phone out of his pocket. He found Quentin’s name in his WhatsApp and made a video call. The call was

the ringtone woke him up. He was about to get angry until he saw the familiar name. His

a refined middle-aged man with a friendly, warm smile showed up

was just as warm and

gave Quentin

hour. Come back to Seacrity for the surgery. There’s a patient who needs your

was taken aback for

doctor? Let me talk to him. I need to understand the situation and come up with

was urgent. Receiving a personal call from Jeremiah indicated the patient was already